Basic Thaumaturgy for the Emotionally Incompetent

After ten minutes of silence, Liene stopped healing. The golden threads of her aether had wavered for a while as the creature’s body itself resisted the weave.

“I . . . I don’t think I can fix this,” she admitted in a quieter voice than before. “These cracks are deep aetheric injuries. It’s fractured in places I can’t mend. It’s like she passed through a leyline that was too dense, or maybe she’s been hunted by a magus. It’ll take at least a week to get her to walk properly with my current capabilities. She’ll need a place where the aether is calm and constant, or she’ll need a better healer.”