Karla waved the tea off to the side; she still had to finish up his face, easing the Healing to a smooth finish, wrapping some additional energy around the cuts to make sure they fade without even a bruise.

She was panting slightly when she was done and her forehead shone with sweat. But she was smiling.

His face. Just his face. So much more to do. But...doable. Thank the Darkness, doable.