Okay-- that'll make it easier. You should just get tired, [she warns,] but if it starts to hurt or anything, let me know.

I need one of your hands, and make sure you keep touching, too. [Willow holds out her own hand to be taken, more businesslike now that she has a plan and something to focus on. There's no room for self-doubt when doing magic like this. Her other hand reaches out to settle lightly on Psiioniic's unconscious form on his upper arm, and she starts to search mentally for that sense of inner peace she'll need for healing.]