"I am a Spirit. Healer." This was the second time someone had come to her long after they ought under the assumption she would be wasting her time or power. "I do not run out of magic for healing. Must I make an announcement on the crystals to stop this nonsense?"

She would. She would in a heartbeat if that was what it took. The blue mist coiled and flowed over Kirk's arm, sinking into his skin to sooth the pain and mend the flesh. "I am well enough."