[Sage]

Jeanne was surprised; she hadn't expected to have a bleeding man sprung on her. She was thankful that he seemed to be breathing well, though, and opened his jacket to reveal two entry wounds. The poor waitress was even more upset, and as Lev was put on the table, she ran off. Not being a psychic, she didn't notice the block, but a quick check on her visor told her that not only was the newcomer a powerful one, so were several others who entered a minute later.

She didn't need to be offered money to heal the man. Thankfully, her reserves of theurgical energy had not been used in some time, so she had no need of creating more on the fly. Closing her eyes and placing her palms over the twin entry wounds, she concentrated and Lev's pain dulled. The wounds began to glow a pale yellow, and she could see the location of one bullet and the exit wound of the other. The bullet was deep, though; its removal would be more damaging than letting it be. After all, her patient had a stake nailed to his right hand, so it wasn't as if he were a picture of health to begin with.

Thankfully, none of the vital organs were pierced, although there seemed to be significant internal bleeding. She pushed energy into his body and closed the heaviest-bleeding veins and arteries.

Jeanne glanced back as the old man, who must have arrived when she was concentrating. She was slightly disturbed by the fact that her skills were so easily discovered. It wasn't by accident that the young woman had come to her instead of a hospital.

"Thank you, Feenai. Just something to clean the blood off of his front," she said, trying to make it not sound like an order. Then, taking a look at the people around her - they seemed to be embroiled in their own conflict - she returned to Lev.