One of Bruce's acquittance, a female surgeon who had once worked in reconstructive trauma, looked up to the air and didn't speak for a long time.
She didn't move for a few seconds straight, she didn't know why but she was feeling a sense of familiarity from the silhouette hovering on the air...
The familiarity she felt wasn't rational, it made no sense. It was the kind of recognition that lives below thought, in the part of a person that responds before the mind has caught up.
Her and the rest of Bruce's acquittance could feel his heal now, specifically, distinct from the general warmth the rest of Earth's population was experiencing.
At their level they could identify the type of energy, categorise it the way a musician identifies a chord. It was curative. It was evolutionary. It was the most advanced instance of a healing skill any of them had ever encountered by a margin that made the comparison almost meaningless.
