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Tula couldn't remember the last time she'd felt an emotion like this. It was strong, it made her heart beat fast —so fast it was almost painful. Her poor, aching heart.
She held Bennett's sore hand, gently between her paws. She pressed her snout against it and licked the soft, dark grey fur, a faint shimmer of blue spread from her tongue and pulsed through his paw as she healed it —a faint, buzzing sensation bloomed in her right paw.
"Oh," he murmured, sounding faintly surprised yet also grateful.
If stoats could blush, they'd both be doing so.
Maybe it's best they can't, so that they don't have to realize and subsequently bring up the fact that this simple, selfless act from Tula made Bennett's heart skip a beat.
Tula can feel it, at their wrist, feel his pulse fasten. She's pretty sure Bennett would know she knew. But he didn't.
They're so focused on her touch, how she straightens herself back up, and how her paws linger on his for just a second too long before they depart, to realize they've been staring at her the whole time.
Well, that must've been a tad bit awkward. Bennett quickly composes himself and continues talking to the rest of the stoats, the new additions to the Last Bast.
He hopes to see more of Tula after whatever happened here. And they sense she wants that too.
It's not everyday that he meets a fellow healer, touched by the Light, or at least not one as caring as her.