Amberdrake huffed out a sigh and finished up the collar bone. "Yes, a collar bone is going to be what over-extends me," oh yes, that was indeed some dry-ass, grade-A sarcasm. "All those years Healing entire battalions of fighters and support staff in the Mage Wars, and I still just don't know my own limits."

Clearly.

And no, grey did not look good on him. That rich, dusky skin-tone of his was much better looking in the warmer registers.

"Just don't push the energy splints and re-break it all," Drake withdrew his hands, and the Gift, his eyes re-focusing again. Energy splints was right; it was very faint, that energy sensation, but it was still there, wrapped precisely around each broken place in Cassian's skeleton.

Drake was too good at his job to wobble at this low level -- for him -- of exhaustion; he stepped away and produced the thermos of bitter herbs again, uncapping it and finishing it off in one long pull. Ugh.