"I just need you to relax."*King sat down on the couch next to Rain. She crossed her legs and brought up her guitar. A pick appeared in her fingers and she began to play a calm soothing tune. She sang, an angelic voice, in a familiar, but unkown language. Her singin especially sounded as if Rain had heard it brlefore, but couldnt think of where. Rain's wounds began to heal, her pain going away, and her burns dissapearing. The scars faded away somewhat, but were still visable. King continued her song until Rain looked almost as good as she had before the fire.*
"There. How do you feel?"