The white sheep of the family
Loren just shrugged at Maea’s reluctance. ”It’s my job. I should do it. No need to apologize for making me do it." Indeed, it was clear he didn't mind healing her. In fact, if anything the cough had caused a glimmer of concern to flicker in his eyes.
Although he could heal her without touching her, he'd found that it was less effective, both because he had less control and because it seemed less powerful, somehow. So he pushed off the wall and reached up with his right hand. Almost gently, he laid it on her shoulder. Then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
His hand started glowing a soft sky blue. It spread to her shoulder, then to her lungs as he instructed his magic to target the sickness that plagued her. However, it didn't stop there: he ordered it to do what it could for her immune system.
Although he couldn't fix the underlying problem, he knew from experience that he could replace blood loss. So he tried to do the same here, filling her with healthier fighters against disease. They'd still break down, but for now he replaced what he could.
Although he could heal her without touching her, he'd found that it was less effective, both because he had less control and because it seemed less powerful, somehow. So he pushed off the wall and reached up with his right hand. Almost gently, he laid it on her shoulder. Then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
His hand started glowing a soft sky blue. It spread to her shoulder, then to her lungs as he instructed his magic to target the sickness that plagued her. However, it didn't stop there: he ordered it to do what it could for her immune system.
Although he couldn't fix the underlying problem, he knew from experience that he could replace blood loss. So he tried to do the same here, filling her with healthier fighters against disease. They'd still break down, but for now he replaced what he could.
Will blood tell
