[ She lifts her hand from his back, only to press her fingers into the lower portion of it. First, we must recover, he had said.

Touch honors the gods. ] Then... this... is for Rawna.

[ The warmth of her fingers leaves him, reappearing at the middle of his back, light but secure. ] This... is for the world.

[ Repeating the motion, her palm now presses to his upper back, holding the touch there for a few more moments. ] And... this is for the people of this world.

[ Her fingers leave his back entirely, and her arm lifts. Finding his forehead again, the pressure of her palm resides atop of his skin, peaceful. So much of touch seems to be done for the gods; but she mustn't forget, even without literal healing properties, touch can feel soothing and warm on its own. This is how she makes her touch to be-- or so she hopes-- as gentle and as peaceful as she can for him. Because this final touch is-- ] But this... this is for you. [ Brushing back his bangs, she runs her fingers through his hair, over his scalp lightly, and down his back. His well-being is just as important as the world. ]