☆ the vorkosigan saga psl post, volume 3

[runawayballista]

welcome to hell

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[dirthena]

She takes everything back about allowing him to talk. But the questions give her something that she can answer, in the midst of his questions that she can't, and she focus more on those than anything else. "Healers call upon spirits who have natures in line with what they require them for, and heal through magic." Lavellan says, carefully guiding Miles towards the tents where the medical members of the Inquisition stayed.

"You haven't told me about Dagoola, either." It does sound like a long story, but if it's enough to keep him distracted for long enough-- still, she switches back to the magic as it seems to have his attention. "The doctors and surgeons don't use magic at all. But sometimes we are short mages who have any skill in healing, or they can only heal partway and not fully."

It was a delicate balance, and one that Lavellan hadn't studied much with, all things considered. She knew her strengths, and it wasn't in that branch of magic.

[forwardmomentum]

Miles squints at her, attempting to focus on this thread of conversation instead of the nausea that's starting to rise out of the acute pain. Oh, God, please don't let him vomit undignifiedly in view of Seeker Pentaghast.

"Right." He blinks owlishly at her. "What a fantastically vague answer."

Sorry, Lavellan, that doesn't clear much up. Miles almost reaches to scratch his head, but remembers to clutch his broken arm just in time.

"So this healing magic...it repairs tissue damage?" he suggests, lips twisting in thought. Another mystery to puzzle out at least gives him something to think about. "On a cellular level, I'm guessing? Er -- you know, accelerate the natural healing process?"