She places her hand gently on his arm as white fire spins from her fingertips, blending instantly with a bright gleaming blue and silver. Moiraine gasps slightly as the Power rushes over the Hulk and her weaving begins to work, for there is something in him that rages-- not of Power as she knows it, but some deep-seated fire that burns through the core of his being.

Still, it does not seem to harm, and so she spins the threads over him, filling wounds and sealing scrapes and burns before she steps back, the light fading.

"I have done what I might."