Fairy-Struck
Then she leaned down to speak to the moth, "Thank you again, little one."
The moth shivered happily, and I gaped at it. I looked the apsara over and saw that her wounds had been healed. No bruises marred her dark skin, there was no blood in her long, straight, ebony hair, and her exotic, Indian features were perfectly smooth instead of swollen beyond recognition. Indian as in saris not buckskins, by the way.
"It even worked for me." Amanda climbed out of the carriage to reveal a shiny new face, a healed arm, and a healed ankle.