Aeryn wastes no time at all.  First Morgan, Then Xenathiel are hugged closely as she flows up against their bodies.  Not a sexual embrace, her hands dont roam at all, they are simply held as she lays her head against their shoulders and chants the same long chant she used to heal herself.  Not sexual, but very very sensual.  The healer's body is always a bit warm compared to others, it gets warmer till and that warmth flows into each of the other women in turn.  The results are as dramatic as before. Their color returns, the weariness, and slight tremors of their muscles vanish.<br/><br/>She steps back at last with a smile.  IF she is drained by the effort she gives no sign of it.  Still smiling slightly she begins to rummage through the assorted boxes and sacks Xen and Morgan dragged along.  She mutters to herself while she sorts throu it, dividing it into piles of usable and worthless.  the worthless pile is dismayingly large.  "There was no time to pack properly, the ship was literally being pulled apart around us."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Restoration cast twice.  Aeryn has no 4th level spells left.</div></div>