Healing Wind (15/22)

She tenses, starts to pull away, then relaxes. I'm still holding the towel around her injured hand, but I feel her left hand on the back of my neck. I must be doing something right.

Suddenly, there's a soft, warm breeze. We pull back. "What the hell was that?" I ask in wonder.

She opens her mouth to respond, then her eyes widen. She pulls her hand from mine, and removes the towel. Nothing. Not a scratch. Even the blood on the towel is gone.

She laughs. "Well. I guess my connection isn't the only thing I still have."

I realize what she means. "'Healing Wind'? From the game? That's amazing!"

"And, most likely, temporary, but... Oh, well." Her face turns sombre. "I'm sorry. The way you said that. 'Not human'. I was suddenly terrified you wouldn't want me."

I wrap my arms around her, holding her. "I'll always want you."

A thought pops into my head. "And since 'always' is a long time, I should probably ask. What is your name?"

"I don't actually have one, yet. I was hoping you would help me with that."