The touch of her soft skin against his damaged flesh sent a surge of warmth through his entire body. Her fingers moved with a skilled tenderness, like a dance of healing, easing the pain and bringing comfort to his wounded hand. He moaned softly, feeling a warmth and comfort that he hadn't realized he needed so desperately. His breath caught in his throat as he lost himself in the sensation of her touch, forgetting everything else but the feel of her hands on his skin.