"Right-"
Miss Brigham interrupted him by pouring some of the water on his leg. She made sure to use just a couple of tablespoons, enough to heal him without turning him into a little boy. It was a tempting thought to use more, to make him closer to her age, but she resisted this impulse. The fountain water was not to be used to suit her selfish desires.
She held the bowl up then to watch as the water did its work. The purple bruise on Hector's leg faded. She had perhaps used a bit too much, she noted as she saw the gray in his beard disappear. Some of the lines in his face smoothed away as well, only making him even more handsome.
Miss Brigham passed the bowl of water to Rebecca so she could take the splint from his leg. His eyes widened as his foot hit the ground; he must not have felt any pain. She took his hand and then helped him up. He didn't so much as wince as he took one step and then another.
"It's a miracle," he said.
"Yes, it is."