[[a nod and another smile before he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. A soft white glow, cool like the new breeze of spring, builds up around him as he focuses his energy and will, tousling his hair with a gentle breeze. Slowly, it begins to condense around his left hand, which he reaches out to place ever so lightly over the sling.
There's always a surreal feeling in his healing magic. His own consciousness follows the white glow as it seeps into Helios's arm. Through the skin, seeking to sooth and smooth down every aggravated nerve, every torn bit of tissue until it reaches the broken bone and wraps around it, encouraging the fractured fibers to knit back together, feeding the healing process with energy from Bakura's own soul.]]
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There's always a surreal feeling in his healing magic. His own consciousness follows the white glow as it seeps into Helios's arm. Through the skin, seeking to sooth and smooth down every aggravated nerve, every torn bit of tissue until it reaches the broken bone and wraps around it, encouraging the fractured fibers to knit back together, feeding the healing process with energy from Bakura's own soul.]]