Mar didn't know specifics about psychic anything, but he had a pretty good guess of what was happening to her based on the fact that she hadn't said a psychic word to him. And at least every time he'd ever been slammed by a mental assault, it had hurt like hell but healing magic had helped.

With his own powers restored, then, he gathered the Light into his hands, shaped it with a second and a half's worth of gesture and thought, then invoked a flash of restorative light over the poor girl. If that didn't help... well, he'd do it again, damn it. He didn't have a ton of options here.

Maybe it would help, though, that amidst all the other feelings she was getting, right here there was one mind that, aside from some understandable worry and dismay over her pain, was simply and purely quite happy to see her.