"Good," Raine said, still a little absent, thoughts on touch rather than words. Much better that he could and did take care of himself, and that this was nothing approaching a common occurrence. "With proper care, hopefully this level of tension won't recur." And if it did she would make an effort to help, again, but the goal after all was to prevent the necessity.

She would not be wholly surprised if that tension had something to do with his magic, as well, but whatever the cause, the long dream had only exacerbated it. "There," she said when he moved, following the motion to the muscle that was yet giving problems, and kneaded carefully at that point, focused. Realized, belatedly, that there had been a compliment, as well. "...Thank you. I see you're recovering some range of motion, at least." And it was a visible difference; she was managing to help, unlike how she'd barely been able to help anyone at all in the Dreaming. Thank goodness.