"What... are you doing?" Hilael asked uneasily as he lay on his back upon the wooden kitchen table.
"Shhh," Ina shushed him and carefully adjusted the shiny rock on his forehead. "Crystal healing! I read about it."
"Maybe you should leave the healing to me," Hilael grumped.
"This is to make you happy!" Ina beamed.
"I'd be happy to be reading a proper book," Hilael grumbled. "And lying on anything but this hard table!"
Written for Artober.
'Twould seem my challenge of Crystal was to make the most tortured looking hands and kitchen furniture I could. I do believe I suceeded. Oh, and let's not forget how I expertly butchered the perspective! Look at that window! Is that not the most anguished window you have ever seen? *proudly blows on fingers* Ain't lost my touch yet. 
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