[He cocks his head to one side, regarding Nehan sightlessly with one corner of his mouth curled up in a smile.] This is quite the way to say it, wolfling. Though we have before proven I do not mind this, so much.

[Or didn't. Not that he'd mind it now, either, but he's not capable.

He tips his head down, like he could watch the erune rub his palm. The magic's taken; the bones are solid again, the flesh between them untorn and whole.]

It is much the same with our healers. The shape of magecraft is set by how you practice to achieve it; there will always be some who must drug their patients before they grant them miracles, else the pain is too great.