The gears in Don's head turned as he considered the fact that his 'time' was seemingly unharmed by the Kamaitachi. The ticking, the seeming slow of time, the accelerated rate of withering of the demons, and now the protection of his 'time'?
Was Suthainn perhaps some kind of time god?
Don looked around the tent; seeing that a fair amount of townsfolk were still milling about, including a few hunters. The man rubbed his chin in careful contemplation for a long moment; in all likelihood-- he could fix what was wrong with the dwarf... However, doing so would certainly reveal his hand to the Illuminator's faithful...
But Donovan was never one much to go about things the easy way, what mattered here was to do that which was right, not what was easy.
"Truth beh told Mie, th' power yah saw? Ain't mine... But-- aye'll give yah ah demonstration bout' what et can do."
The large man stepped forward, placing his right hand gently atop the dwarf's head as he would grip the emblem of his necklace firmly with his left. Closing his eyes, and focusing his mind, he sensed it... Something, 'off' slightly; not quite like the demonic infection incurred by the garden's thralls, but something more akin to a knot of sorts.
"Oh Suthainn--" he loudly beckoned to the deity, focusing any of the divine power he could draw from his emblem into his right palm. "Aye ask once more fer yer aid this day. By yer eternal benevolence an' timeless wisdom, may yer faithful bring forth yer blessing. Just as time heals all wounds-- aye ask this lass made whole, en bodeh an' spirit. May that what been wronged be righted, an' what stolen be returned."
"May yer radiance feravah grace our lives with time lived well, an' justleh... Amen."