I call to comfrey, knitbone,
I use your power to sedate, to soothe, that which burns,
I call upon you, Mother, to assist in the healing of internal damage,
Seek out the path from which this poison has come,
Cauterize it and close it,
So that which is open and causing pain, cannot be open again.
Dimitri sensed she was tiring. There was still a great distance between them. She had used telepathy too many times not to feel the effects. You need to stop.
I'm almost done. I only have the hooks in your calves left. If I can manage to stop the flow of silver altogether, it will give you relief through the day. I'll come for you at night.
She began the work of pushing back the last two snakelike threads of silver toward his calves. Not once did she falter, although Dimitri could feel that white light fading with the length of time and the drain on her energy. Again she made certain the tips of the hooks were closed so no new silver could enter his body.
I call upon you once again, aloe and comfrey,
I seek and use your healing salve to stop this raging pain,
Seek deep into his flesh where burns run deep and raw,
Seek out the damage that is done deep within,
Use your gifts to repair cell and skin.
The relief was nearly instantaneous. Dimitri had been writhing in agony for so long, for a few moments he almost didn't realize the pain in his body had dimmed to a very tolerable level. He could actually push it aside entirely. The outside chains were another matter, but compared to that silver moving through his body, forming its own veins and arteries, the damage to his skin seemed minimal.