"The potential for it is not the same is its use," he said, flicking his fingers dismissively at his youthful foolishness. "My mother's magics were small enough that she used a combination of them and more traditional healing techniques, and I learned quite a bit from watching her before I turned to books. Even as I got older and started coming into my power I relied on magical items for a long, long time. It wasn't until later that I learned healing spells that were more serious in nature, but even those had limits." He smiled wryly, remembering with a little regret how resistant he'd been to learning healing spells when he could learn spells of charm and luck and harm instead. But he had been younger then, more eager for glory, and just more... whole.
And it wasn't as though he had been able to bring any of it with him anyways.
"So what do you do if they are unconscious? If there is bleeding or swelling of their head?" he asked curiously, absorbing the information like an eager sponge. "And how do you decide if a concussion is severe enough to remain here or mild enough to be sent home?"
And it wasn't as though he had been able to bring any of it with him anyways.
"So what do you do if they are unconscious? If there is bleeding or swelling of their head?" he asked curiously, absorbing the information like an eager sponge. "And how do you decide if a concussion is severe enough to remain here or mild enough to be sent home?"
