[Sage]

Gratefully, Jeanne took the towel from Fee and held it to the wounded man's chest. It grew red quickly and she moved to a cleaner part of the white cloth. Too weak to move him over properly, she decided to deal with the bloodstain on the back of his jacket later. But before she could heal him more, the psychics around her winced and a very powerful theurgist entered the room. The light he brought with him was blinding, and she quickly slipped down her tinted goggles.

His Command had little effect on her, in part because she was not being threatening, but she relaxed the pressure on Lev's wound. Though she knew that it should be continued, Jeanne knew that she couldn't fight the Saint without being hurt herself. Then came Feenai's request, and it seemed the Saint allowed the action, so she continued.

The rest of her work was simple, and she dived in headfirst, trying to get it done quickly. Her hands glowed yellow as she used most of her reserves of theurgic energy to knit blood vessels, muscle and flesh together as fast as possible. Finally, she made sure to kill any bacteria and reduce surface scarring. When Jeanne lifted her head, she was very tired, but Lev was healed.