Zhaan takes it gently with one of her own, in a touch meant to be both physically and emotionally steadying. "You are safe now," she says quietly. "Here. I will fix this, and get you some hot tea." She wipes the cut on Sariel's hand with the antiseptic gel, then picks up the fuser and uses it to scan the cut.

"If you can keep your hand still for about a minute, I should be able to close this wound.