She lowered his arm now, not wanting to overwork the muscle even if the stretch had been good for it. Now she went to get out another salve that would just help to ease any possible tears in the muscle and at the very least relieve the pain and stiffness. It would be a slow road back to health but this was a beginning.

"Not every mage becomes one but they are very attuned to the gods. The lowlands sees them only as spirits. The shaman are lorekeepers and they know the rites and rituals of the people. One stands above them and is the augur. They are considered a spiritual leader of the hold." She gave pause in what she was doing before she added. "It is what I was being trained to become before my exile."

There was no pain or sadness in her tone though. Just a calmness that came from one stating fact.