Delaena yelped and hopped backwards, standing straight up again. She stared down at the man and frowned. "You have to sit still," she said sternly. "Your body is going through repairs right now." She walked up to him again. In his place now, his odds of running away again were slim. She knelt again and looked at him carefully, calmly, not touching him. "I'm trying to help you, and honestly, I might be the only one on this planet who will." She looked over her shoulder, hoping the War Mistress hadn't followed. If she'd been almost any other woman, the man would probably already be dead or chained up. Damn her weakness... This was just a sign of frailty, one that nearly shamed her.<br/><br/>"Let me heal you," she said, reaching her hands forward again, slowly. "It's what I do." she made calming sounds, the ones the nursery women would coo to the girls when they'd skinned their knees. "I need to be able to touch you to let this work." It wasn't really a Womankind thing to ask permission before touching someone else, and the thought didn't really occur to her. She simply reached forward and took the man's hand firmly in both of hers. "Now sit still." She closed her eyes and calmed her breathing, waiting for the magick to pass from her to him again.