None of Nehsmay's bones seemed to be broken, so it was with a faint sigh of relief and a silent prayer to Rak'keli that Jishca quickened the release of her Healing magic, sending it coursing through Nehsmay in light waves, easing any muscle tention and stress along the way up her arm, over her shoulders, and downward, finally winding its way down to her knee, relieving the ache of both Nehsmay's falls and repairing the torn skin beneath the black trousers til nothing remained, not even a bruise.
"..And, that is how it's done." Jischa said after a time, her eyes shining brightly. She'd used her Healing only once since arriving at Syliras' gates, and the thought of using it much more often appealed to her. Despite any misgivings Jischa might have felt about who she was, or what she was meant to be doing, it could never be said that she wasn't certain of her calling, to help and heal people who for whatever reason couldn't or wouldn't on their own.
"As for the room, as I said, I insist. And besides," here her eyes shifted slightly, avoiding the Vanthan's gaze lest her smile give away her untruthfulness. "You need to rest now, or all my careful Healing will come undone. So no pitching tents or what have you. You're to have perhaps some fresh fruit or a glass of wine, and a nice night's sleep." Of course, this wasn't true. Her Healing was a god-given gift, and not just a helpful technique, Nehsmay's leg was as good as gold now. She brushed a lock of Nehsmay's hair behind her ear, noting with surprise just how young the girl was.
"I'll be staying here for at least the next three nights or so, perhaps even longer. If you need me, just knock on my door, and if anyone else knocks you down, remember - elbow them back!" she laughed, then stood, smiling kindly. "I'm going to go settle the room charge now, so see to it that you use it, or it'd be a waste." |