Sketching a small symbol onto the palm of his hand , drawing energy up out of the trees around them into their fingertips .
Running them over the captain's shoulders , the energy ran through his muscles , fixing any damage , working out kinks , and all the rest . Magic massage.
Well, he was /in/ the tree. Inside it.
`` No , I got kidnapped by the omnipotent spirit of a bored tree that wanted to be entertained for more than three months . ``
Tossing the balm back.