Flick opened his eyes momentarily so he could see the work, see the wound closing. He continued to push the energy into Pell, willing the wound closed, the wrongness gone. He had the image in his head, Pell, healed, alive, well. Plus it helped control his anger toward canned food to see his friend hurt, actively bleeding. He was most definitely not thinking about how he was going to go back and hit Ulaume with a hammer when he finally got one. He should have just given him the hammer.

If Flick knew Pell was trying not to draw too much of his energy, he would have been a little ticked off. Good thing he didn't know. "Are you holding up okay?"

Flick continued channeling the energy into Pell, catching on fast. He jumped caste levels pretty fast in Saltrock, but then of course, lessons got side tracked. Other things just seemed more important. Like making food and cleaning the floors. You couldn't do that with energy.