Devan nods. He holds out his hand to touch Dolphus’ side. If Dolphus allows, when Devan’s fingers touched the wound it seemed to warm a bit. Then after a short time he lifted his fingers, the wound was completely closed. The damage repaired, even the memory of the wound seemed dulled a bit.
Devan looked up at Dolphus. “All fix. No more hurt. Friend need anything else?” He looked about his small house for anything he had to offer. He seemed to be coming up short.