He can do this, he reminds himself. Do not push too hard. If he feels himself slipping, he must be willing to let go for the sake of them both. Do not make the same mistake twice, especially in an area where the only living thing from which to draw energy, should he find himself in a bind, is the person he's supposed to be helping. He can do this.
He places his hands along her hips, deciding that's a good, central point between her legs and ribs, making for an easier break should something go wrong -- not that anything will, he chides internally. To those unfamiliar with his particular brand of healing, the feeling of having foreign energies channeled into one's veins is less soothing than one might expect, and more akin to white-hot fire. It sears as it moves through the muscles and tendons, singes as he does a cursory inspection of her injuries; he can sense through the way his energy batters against itself where there are anomalies in her structure.
And this creature certainly has many of those -- not just injuries, but pieces that aren't a part of her original frame, bones that look as though they were altered well after they fully formed. Transfiguration gone wrong? Why would—
No no no, no time for that. Get back to work. He hones in on her leg, the bones starting to snap back together, muscles and ligaments reattaching themselves as though commanded to do so.
"Are you all right thus far?"
He asks less to find out, and more to distract himself just a little from those concerns still looming at the back of his mind.
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He can do this, he reminds himself. Do not push too hard. If he feels himself slipping, he must be willing to let go for the sake of them both. Do not make the same mistake twice, especially in an area where the only living thing from which to draw energy, should he find himself in a bind, is the person he's supposed to be helping. He can do this.
He places his hands along her hips, deciding that's a good, central point between her legs and ribs, making for an easier break should something go wrong -- not that anything will, he chides internally. To those unfamiliar with his particular brand of healing, the feeling of having foreign energies channeled into one's veins is less soothing than one might expect, and more akin to white-hot fire. It sears as it moves through the muscles and tendons, singes as he does a cursory inspection of her injuries; he can sense through the way his energy batters against itself where there are anomalies in her structure.
And this creature certainly has many of those -- not just injuries, but pieces that aren't a part of her original frame, bones that look as though they were altered well after they fully formed. Transfiguration gone wrong? Why would—
No no no, no time for that. Get back to work. He hones in on her leg, the bones starting to snap back together, muscles and ligaments reattaching themselves as though commanded to do so.
"Are you all right thus far?"
He asks less to find out, and more to distract himself just a little from those concerns still looming at the back of his mind.