Ruth only struggled for a moment, but once she realized Atticus was only checking her wound, she relaxed. Frowning in silence, he flipped her palm open, revealing the deep gash left over from Camael and Jereme's initial squabble —the price she had paid for a peace that was never possible. After a moment or two, Atticus hovered his own hand over hers and a beam of light sparked between their palms.
Immediately, the wound started to close itself. Ruth let out a slight hiss of pain, and instinctively writhed against his touch, but Atticus was unyielding. She couldn't pull away even if she wanted to. With glowing eyes, he increased the power of the spell and kept his grip steady.
"Do you realize how reckless your behavior was?" He asked her.
Once the cut on her hand was healed, Atticus finally released his hold.
"So what if I was reckless?" She said, pulling away, "If I hadn't stepped in, they would have slaughtered each other like pigs,"