She inclines her head, and holds out a hand to him, taking his.

Once again there is a golden glow, followed by silver racing over him; and then this time, the swirling mesh of color that settles over his ribs is blue-green shot through with streaks of red that flash like Fire.

It sinks in, and the injuries fade and vanish. Moiraine releases him and saidar in the same motion.

"I have done what I may." A pause. "And if there is nothing else, then I shall take my leave of you for the present, I think."