[Will leaps to action, terror making his heart and blood run wild. He doesn't even bother trying to heal- he can tell from scent alone that Joshua's healing outpaces his by multitudes. But there is one thing he can do.
Cursework is a delicate thing. Healing is the simplest magic- just urging the body to do what it naturally already wants to do. Cursing is more detailed, methodical. It's why he never tried to flex that skill on either of the brothers- until he knew how the affliction worked he was just as likely to make it worse than ease it. Or even curse them himself. It takes a knowledge of the intent and source of the blighted magic. He doesn't know the terms antibodies or vaccines, but the logic is the same. To fight an infection one must know it.
But there is, always, the sledgehammer of fever. The reason healing magic is rarely used for illness- a purge could kill the body. Or bake it so deeply there was no recovery. With curses the same is true. Instead of plucking the magic strings free like thread from needlework he was going to have to yank it out by the fistful, leaving carnage in his wake.
But right now he doesn't have any other option.]
Josh, keep healing him, he's gonna need it!
[He grabs at Clive, one hand on the shoulder, the other on the back of his quickly stiffening neck. His dull claws dig in, cat-like regardless of how blunt they are. His eyes slit, glimmering with energy as he dips into the aether and starts metaphorically yanking at where his aether flows into the stone. As he does his blunt claws do the same more literally, scratching at the growths.
And as he works he tries, bluntly, to feed his own prana into the magical wounds. Seasons damn him he wishes he got through more of the book!!! But the basics are enough that he knows, in theory, how this should go. Not that Clive NEEDS more aether- but perhaps his own alien energy can dilute whatever curse is causing this.
What should have been surgery is now a back alley chop-job]
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[Will leaps to action, terror making his heart and blood run wild. He doesn't even bother trying to heal- he can tell from scent alone that Joshua's healing outpaces his by multitudes. But there is one thing he can do.
Cursework is a delicate thing. Healing is the simplest magic- just urging the body to do what it naturally already wants to do. Cursing is more detailed, methodical. It's why he never tried to flex that skill on either of the brothers- until he knew how the affliction worked he was just as likely to make it worse than ease it. Or even curse them himself. It takes a knowledge of the intent and source of the blighted magic. He doesn't know the terms antibodies or vaccines, but the logic is the same. To fight an infection one must know it.
But there is, always, the sledgehammer of fever. The reason healing magic is rarely used for illness- a purge could kill the body. Or bake it so deeply there was no recovery. With curses the same is true. Instead of plucking the magic strings free like thread from needlework he was going to have to yank it out by the fistful, leaving carnage in his wake.
But right now he doesn't have any other option.]
Josh, keep healing him, he's gonna need it!
[He grabs at Clive, one hand on the shoulder, the other on the back of his quickly stiffening neck. His dull claws dig in, cat-like regardless of how blunt they are. His eyes slit, glimmering with energy as he dips into the aether and starts metaphorically yanking at where his aether flows into the stone. As he does his blunt claws do the same more literally, scratching at the growths.
And as he works he tries, bluntly, to feed his own prana into the magical wounds. Seasons damn him he wishes he got through more of the book!!! But the basics are enough that he knows, in theory, how this should go. Not that Clive NEEDS more aether- but perhaps his own alien energy can dilute whatever curse is causing this.
What should have been surgery is now a back alley chop-job]