Ellana reached for her and settled a hand against her shoulder. There was truly no method to the use of the Elessar, it was a passive thing, but the will to aid her and the inclinations of a Theodosian mage made some difference. The sense of power swept across her like the barriers these mages cast so easily, and at once she felt the strength trickle into her limbs.

It was an imperfect method of restoration and to do it so quickly was folly, but Galadriel was not awash with options and Ellana had not been told the details of how the power worked. A gentle hand binding wounds would find them cooperative, clean, and healing ere they finished. An active hand, pressing power and will, would find the results dramatic but fragile.

The wounds in her side closed rapidly, but the furrows were deeply cut and healing them so quickly was less than ideal. The flow of blood was slowed and then halted, altogether. Another moment or two and the wash of Ellana's power had her standing upright, no longer bowed to pain. When she could think, after waiting far longer than she should have, she drew away from the Dalish elf--Galadriel knew not if Ellana had fëa in the fashion of the Eldar, but it was irrelevant. The Elessar would draw more power than anything Ellana had ever used and if she pressed herself she could do herself terrible harm.