All his friends seemed quite excited; Dorcas was sobbing and Jill was holding her and soothing her.  Anne alone seemed untouched by the emotions Smith felt seething around him.  But wrongness was gone, all of it, and with it the trouble that had disturbed his meditations earlier.  Dorcas, he knew, would be healed faster and better by Jill than by anyone-Jill always grokked a hurting fully and at once.  Disturbed by emotions around him, slightly apprehensive that he might not have acted in all ways rightly at the point of cusp-or that Jubal might to grok him-Smith decided that he was now free to leave.  He slipped back into the pool, found his body, grokked that it was still as he had left it, unharmed-slipped it back on.