[He watches her sing and suddenly, her hair is a light and spreading down. As it moves down her hair that's lying on him, he feels like he's being bathed in sunlight. Not burning sun during a boiling summer day. No, just the warmth of it on a nice spring afternoon. A moment ago he felt like he'd pass out from exhaustion, but now he's feeling revitalized and refreshed. He looks to his hands and the wounds on them have begun knitting closed, painlessly. He can only guess that the ones on the rest of his body are repairing as well.]
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