[Sage]

Jeanne was startled by the old man speaking; she had thought Shealtiel was asleep. Still, she closed her eyes and concentrated. She could, in fact, sense a strong theurgic power in the distance, and with a nod she asked, "You know him?"

While she said this, she returned to Dante's wounds. If they were, as he said, the only ones, it would be a quick heal. Laying several fingers across one, she closed her eyes and pushed some of the energy she had stored up into the gash.

Any infection he may have had was killed with the first wave, and the second was directed to knit together blood vessels. Slowly the healing progressed from the deepest part to the shallowest, flesh coming back together to form a smooth surface. There was nothing to be done about the blood as she had no access to water or a cloth to soak it up.