“Eventually,” she says. “It draws from the same pool of energy I use for combat magic and - uh - everyday life.”

She rolls her shoulders, one after the other. “One session is no problem. One session and a fight where I need to throw airblasts and marching through a wilderness trail for an hour calls for an hour off my feet and a good meal to catch my Breath again.”

She leans back against the wall and can’t help but smile. Gaining the ability to heal with a touch was the second greatest gift her trip to Mundus gave her. “Mind telling me how you earned all those cuts and scrapes? Given you’re with the Corsairs I can’t imagine it’s a boring story.”