"Yes." There was an expression on his face that made her say, "Don't you feel that way when you heal?"
"No, Elaine," he said, softly, "I do not."
"Is that bad?"
"Not at all. It is merely rare."
"How rare?" Jonathan asked.
"Rare enough that I've read of such things but never known of anyone who could do it," Silvanus said.
"I don't understand," Elaine said. "Why should the fact that I feel better after healing Fredric's wound be so unusual?"
"In a battle situation, you could heal many more people than I. I would grow tired and begin to draw on my own life-force. If you are doing what I believe you are doing, you will never grow tired. You will always be able to heal, over and over again. It is a great, great gift."
"Enough talk about magical theories," Randwulf said, "I'm tired of these wounds." He held his arms out to her once more.
"Randwulf, you are being impertinent," Silvanus said.
The young man smiled, then winked at Elaine. "If you all quit talking, this beautiful woman will lay her sweet hands on my bare flesh. Sorry if I'm impatient."
Elaine stared into his smirking face. She didn't like Randwulf, but she wanted to touch the wounds. The injuries were what was important. It didn't matter whom she was healing.
"Apologize immediately," Averil said. She sounded outraged.
"No," Elaine said, "it's all right." She should have been embarrassed but wasn't. She wanted to heal, not just Randwulf, but any ruined flesh, touching it and making it whole. Her hands itched with desire.
Elaine ran her fingers over Randwulf's wrists. The flesh was punctured, but not torn as badly as Fredric's arm. The wolves had simply bitten down, held him so the death blow could be dealt.
She clutched one of his wrists in either of her hands. Randwulf brought his arms up, putting the backs of her hands in a position to be kissed. Elaine plunged fingernails into the open bite wounds. Randwulf drew back with a hiss. Elaine's invisible fingers plunged into his flesh, tickling along his bones. It was almost disappointingly easy to heal. She drew out the bruising, and her hands sat on his skin. She squeezed down until Randwulf gasped, then pulled downward smoothing the teeth marks in one hard movement.
Randwulf drew his arms to his chest, grimacing. "Silvanus never hurt me like this."
"You never tried to kiss my hand," Silvanus said.
"I promise not to tease her anymore. Just don't be as rough with the wound on my neck." He touched it lightly as he spoke. "It hurts already."
"If you behave yourself, I promise not to hurt you on purpose," Elaine said.
He placed a newly healed hand over his heart. "My word of honor," he said.
"Is the skin as perfect as mine was?" Fredric asked.
Randwulf offered his arms to the big fighter. Fredric rubbed his hands over Randwulf's arms. "No scars." The big man seemed amazed. He glanced at Elaine. "If I'd had you around, my body wouldn't look like a map of every fight I've ever had."
"Father did his best," Averil said.
Silvanus patted her hand. "He is teasing, Daughter."
"Ah," Fredric said. "I'd be dead a dozen, times over if not for your father."
"I am in some pain here," Randwulf said. "Could she heal me now?"
Averil slapped his newly healed arm. "You are an ungrateful wretch."
He grinned. "Yes, I am."
"If you could just heal him before he makes a bigger fool of himself," Silvanus said, "we'd be most grateful."
Elaine looked at Randwulf, ignoring the smirk. She was thinking about the injury, visualizing it in her mind. "I think he'll need to lie down to be healed."
"Don't say it," Averil told him.
Randwulf ducked his head, pretending to be embarrassed but not succeeding. "I didn't say a thing."
"Keep it that way," Fredric said.
Elaine wasn't sure she had followed all the conversation, and didn't care. She wanted to see the wound again. She started to take off her cloak.
"What are you doing?" Jonathan asked.
"He'll need something to lie down on."
"I think we can fetch a blanket for that," Jonathan said. "We don't want your getting sick from the cold."
She retied her cloak.
"I've missed the chance to lie down on something warm and smelling of her body, darn."
Elaine looked at Randwulf. Last night his words would have bothered her, but not now. She was almost as eager to touch him as he was to touch her, but for very different reasons.
Blaine brought a blanket and laid it down before the fire. Randwulf knelt on the blanket.
"Could you loosen your collar so I can lay hands on the wound?" Elaine asked.
He opened his mouth to say some smart, teasing thing. She raised a hand, and said, "You are wasting my time. Do you want me to heal you or not?". Randwulf looked as chastened as he was capable of and said, "Yes, please."
"Then loosen your collar and lie down before the fire."
He did as he was told. Elaine knelt over him, folding the fur back below his shoulders. She pulled the cloth away from the wound. Every tooth mark was like a small, frozen puddle of blood, except the blood trembled and shook, held in place by something more mysterious than ice.
"Your healing did this?" she asked.
Silvanus peered over her shoulder. "Yes. I did not have enough strength to heal it completely, but enough to heal the spine and the deeper injuries."
Her fingers hovered over the wound. "Will it be different healing a more serious wound?"
"Perhaps, perhaps not. You seem to have a quick grasp of such matters. Explore the wound and see."
Her hands fell against the skin, almost without her wanting them to. Her fingertips traced the edges of the sunken wounds. Elaine almost expected to feel something holding in the blood, but her fingertips touched wetness. The blood was surprisingly warm, skin temperature.
The blood welled around her fingers, trickling in tiny rivulets down his skin. She dug fingers into the open wounds. Randwulf gasped, raising his head. Elaine forced his head down with one hand. Blood stained his curls.
Her invisible fingers slipped below the skin. The spine was not smooth. She could trace the joints between the vertebrae, but the neck vertebrae were thick with extra bone, scar tissue. Two of the vertebrae were fused together. No wonder his neck hurt. If the bones were left to heal bound together, he would lose some of the movement of his neck. Elaine wasn't sure how she knew that, but she could suddenly see not only his injury but what it meant for him, what would happen if it weren't fixed.
It was as if some window in her mind that had been closed had opened, and she could see things she hadn't before.
She touched the bone and rubbed it between her fingers. It wasn't like healing an injury. The bone was healed, but it wasn't right, and she sought the flaws. Blood flowed in a sheet across her hands, down his neck. She rubbed the bump down and down, until the vertebrae were even. Her invisible fingernails found the fused line and cut it open again. Her hands easily moved the neck back and forth.
"Does that hurt?"
"Mo, it doesn't." Randwulf said. He sounded surprised.
The blood flowing down her hands was so warm. It spread into the snow like red punch. She was fascinated with the crimson splashes. There was so much of it that the blood began eating through the snow like warm water.
"Close the wounds, Elaine." Silvanus's voice was still calm, but there was an undercurrent of urgency.
She turned to him, slowly. She didn't want to look away from the blood, wanted to stare at it, feel it pour down her hands forever.
Silvanus touched her shoulder. "Elaine, close the wounds."