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There's a price to be paid, for the kind of healing Gavroche has to offer. A price in energy, for some things, but that only applies to the minor wizardries.
For major surgery, the price is in blood.
Too many of the victims are wounded beyond anything the minor wizardries can heal, and he only has so much blood to spare.
Still, he does what he can, going from pallet to pallet, to warm or to calm or, for the few patients he can manage before he knows he'll be too weak to carry on if he helps even one more, to close wounds and heal burns.
He can only do so much. But what he can do, he has to do.
In Life's name, and for Life's sake.
For major surgery, the price is in blood.
Too many of the victims are wounded beyond anything the minor wizardries can heal, and he only has so much blood to spare.
Still, he does what he can, going from pallet to pallet, to warm or to calm or, for the few patients he can manage before he knows he'll be too weak to carry on if he helps even one more, to close wounds and heal burns.
He can only do so much. But what he can do, he has to do.
In Life's name, and for Life's sake.