Larea jumped a little when her other companions followed her action, setting their hands on top of hers. It wasn't something she expected, but it gave her an odd sense of comfort nonetheless. For the longest time, nothing at all happened; everyone just sat there, huddled over Sigrun's body in silence.. but Larea's concentration never broke for even a moment, and neither did her faith. Slowly, gradually, she started to feel a kind of warmth around her hand, though whether it was just a buildup of body heat or something more, she couldn't say. She didn't have long to wonder, though.<br/><br/>The air around them started faintly glowing, in a green of the same shade Sylph was comprised of. Larea was awed by it for a moment, but after realizing what might be happening, she immediately turned her attention back to the wound, concentrating more than ever. The glow shifted and pulsed to a rhythm nobody else could hear, flowing in a downward spiral towards the healing effort. A soft golden light started winding its way through the cut, rapidly intensifying itself until the entire area was bathed in a blinding aura, and Larea was forced to shut her eyes; she couldn't see much of anything, anyway. Was this it? Was this really happening? It seemed like Origin was working inside of her, pulling at energy from every possible source; Zel, Ahmaht, Sylph, even Sigrun.. and at the center of it all was Larea.<br/><br/>A single tear escaped from her eyes - not a sad one, quite the opposite - as the lights faded, revealing the soft smile that was on her lips. She didn't even need to open her eyes to confirm what had happened; she<span style="font-style: italic">felt</span>it. This was the power Origin gave to her. She couldn't think of anything more fitting as she collapsed on the spot, exhausted from all the strain it had put on her own body. Despite that, her smile never faded for an instant. She slept peacefully, knowing that Sigrun was going to be fine.