It didn't feel weird this time, or at least not unpleasant. Maybe it was because he was expecting it or because he actually could use more thorough healing this time, but the magic felt warm and soothing. Waver looked down, slumping toward Devyn without realizing it, leaning into the touch when she stroked his hair. It was the closest thing to comfort he was going to get in this place.

The thought made his throat feel tight. The gentleness made his eyes sting. And then he was crying, quietly, hiding his face.