'Liam?'
He nodded. 'You can try,' he said as he carefully pulled back the sheet to reveal both legs covered from thighs to ankles in thick white bandages.
'Werewolves?' she asked.
He nodded, wincing as he tried to move them.
'Don't try to move,' she said. 'Couldn't Diarmuid help?'
'Yeah, he eased the pain, but it came back about an hour ago.'
'Haven't you been given any painkillers?'
'Yeah, but apparently werewolf injuries are tough to treat.'
'Oh, maybe I shouldn't...'
'Please, Emma. Please try,' he said.
So she stepped forward and hovered her hands over his legs.
He smiled when the warmth seemed to seep into his bones.
'It feels just like when Diarmuid did it. You obviously share the same healing power.'
'I don't think so, he's so much stronger and more capable than I am.'
