She puts her sewing down and leans over lifting her sweater from behind.
"Here, before I sit down, put your healing hands on my back."
Rubbing his palms together, warming them, he finds the bad spot where the pain is.
She sighs, "That feels so good, hon."
Some things help. Medicines. Mattresses. Operations. Shots.
What often works best is the simple gentle touch of a pair of hands.
"That's the place. Touch me, please."
He always seems to find the right spot, pressing and rubbing with his hands
Finally, magical fingers lift and kiss her chin.
That always helps, too.