She was honestly beginning to be a little concerned about Gazelle. If he stuck around, she'd have to make sure he was all right, as well, but one thing had to be handled at a time. "All right. Hold still."

Not strictly necessary, but it was nice. Raine concentrated for a moment, and a circle of white light appeared, centered on her feet and rotating slowly. It was full of patterns, sharp and angular, visible only for a few brief seconds before the entire thing vanished into a warm green light, centered on Enjolras' wound. "Heal," she said firmly, both the name of the arte and an imperative all at once. The mid-level arte should be more than sufficient to close what remained of his injury.

"I believe I know already what you'll see, but it pays to be thorough. Any change?" Raine asked Gazelle next, faintly apologetic for the repetition. He'd already been a help.