In an instant, Ioan was at her side. He wanted to pick her up, but didn't dare. "We let Destruction have his way," he heard. "He was owed it."
Looking up, Ioan saw First, one of The Eight. "You can be angry," First said. "Or you can help her. It is your choice."
It was no contest, Ioan took Lann's hands, clearing his head. "Take your time," First advised. "Let her have what she needs most: what she has needed from the first."
The flow began. One,... bringing strength and... security. Ioan grimaced, his mouth silently opening in pain, as Lann's weakness, her injuries, both physical and mental, flowed to him. Absorbing it all, he continued to send back strength and security. Slowly, bleeding stopped... wounds began to heal.
