Irene had been healed with magic many times before, but there was no way to get used to the strange feeling of something coming from someone else and permeating into your body without hurting you.
As she watched Siverly's mana come from his hand and send a warm, soothing feeling deeply into the bone of her ankle, she was happy to see her bruise lighten up. She held completely still until he pulled his hand away, then she rolled out her foot and gave a pleased smile.
"You're lucky the bone isn't broken or I wouldn't be able to help you much more than this," he muttered. "It's still a bit swollen, but it will go away on its own."
"Thank you, Siverly," Irene responded. "Now I can—"
Eager to get on her feet, she began to stand up, but was shot a look so full of ridicule that she sat back down slowly.
"I was told you have more than one injury," he stated.
"It will go away on its own," she insisted. "I'm not going to lose sleep over a small cut."
