"Well, I could fix the scarring, just like I periodically fix the tar in Sanzo's lungs," Amberdrake dropped that particular bomb-shell. "Something to think about, it would be a... process."

There was a lot of scar tissue to contend with. A. Lot. Like... how many lifetimes have you had pnuemonia for... levels of a lot.

"Now, pay close attention to this, because it's serious. The splints I'm leaving on these bones are pretty strong, but it's just energy. They will be weaker than normal while they're healing. I could expedite the process, but forcing bones to knit faster than normal often makes them weaker permanently."

Not to mention trying would probably leave Drake face-down in the mud. Bones were serious drains to try to push forward. He was already looking a bit pale as it was, a grey cast starting to make its way into face and hands. The energy had to come from somewhere, after all. A little came from his patient, but the lion's share by far came from the Healer.

Amberdrake moved to work on Cassian's collar bone, finally, supporting the cranky man's elbow with his other hand while he worked. There was the shifting of bones again as everything lined up, and the feel of energy wrapping around the break to hold it in place.