She gently ran her fingers over the fair skin of Hitomi’s wrist. It was clearly a bruise from being grabbed judging by the pattern. No wonder that young man was on the war path. Still, it wasn’t deep. It would heal in no time.

“Follow my breathing.”

An even thrum of energy flowed out from Lisa Lisa’s fingertips and to the cells of Hitomi’s blood vessels. Her skin warmed as they repaired themselves, the bruise fading in seconds.