She takes his hand and begins to hum. Only it's not just a hum, but an instrumental, a soft, almost lamenting oboe. It takes a while for her to settle on a particular note, almost as if she's struggling with unfamiliar acoustics. Still, with time, the vibration seems to settle into Leon's body, and with it comes a mental haze, a tranquility, a gentle euphoria, bordering on a sleepy stupor. The sound gathers around the wound, and the edges grow hot as it rapidly experiences a day's worth of healing- not enough to fully close it, but enough that the change is noticeable.

Finally, she lets the sound fade into silence, and Leon is freed from the waking sleep.