It is not dissimilar to being tended to by magic then. You have found a way to replicate the effect without actually using magic. Interesting to see such applied to healing, it is not how I would expect humans to use their resources.
[He had expected some things to be able to be worked around without magic, but that had not been one he had anticipated. Healing could be a complicated process if one were to do it well. Not to mention he assumed humans would be preferable to finding new and inventive ways to set each other on fire.
Of course he would answer her question in turn. It was difficult to explain it briefly. His was a rather complicated situation, and an uncommon one. Not to mention his knowledge of the world outside his temple had been limited.]
Once it was something all Elvhen were capable of. Magic is as much a part of us as breathing. [He paused for a moment realizing there was no more "us", only him left now that his Sentinels were granted their slumber, but he quickly pushed the thought aside.] From what I understand, in the fall of our kingdoms the Elvhen declined. They are but a shadow of their former selves, and magic is no longer their birthright, some are born capable of a weaker magic yet others are not. I could teach techniques in wielding it, but they would not be able to accomplish wielding the ancient form without stealing it from an artifact, or from myself.
[He waved his hand and the fire vanished, leaving behind a wave of sparks and shimmering air as the magic dissipated. His hand now free, he pressed his fingers where she had touched. Tender still, but otherwise completely healed.
Satisfied he replaced the jacket, and pulled up his hood once more. He inclined his head in gratitude for the woman's help.]
You have done me a great service, is there a way that I could return the favor?
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[He had expected some things to be able to be worked around without magic, but that had not been one he had anticipated. Healing could be a complicated process if one were to do it well. Not to mention he assumed humans would be preferable to finding new and inventive ways to set each other on fire.
Of course he would answer her question in turn. It was difficult to explain it briefly. His was a rather complicated situation, and an uncommon one. Not to mention his knowledge of the world outside his temple had been limited.]
Once it was something all Elvhen were capable of. Magic is as much a part of us as breathing. [He paused for a moment realizing there was no more "us", only him left now that his Sentinels were granted their slumber, but he quickly pushed the thought aside.] From what I understand, in the fall of our kingdoms the Elvhen declined. They are but a shadow of their former selves, and magic is no longer their birthright, some are born capable of a weaker magic yet others are not. I could teach techniques in wielding it, but they would not be able to accomplish wielding the ancient form without stealing it from an artifact, or from myself.
[He waved his hand and the fire vanished, leaving behind a wave of sparks and shimmering air as the magic dissipated. His hand now free, he pressed his fingers where she had touched. Tender still, but otherwise completely healed.
Satisfied he replaced the jacket, and pulled up his hood once more. He inclined his head in gratitude for the woman's help.]
You have done me a great service, is there a way that I could return the favor?