"Yes," Amberdrake smiled a little at how edgy Cassian was about exposing skin. There was probably a sad reason -- or thirty -- behind that, but it still reminded him of a younger Sanzo. Ironically enough. Though perhaps less ironically, when one took the age of his soul into account... and actually, it reminded him more of Konzen, didn't it?

He slipped his hand in through the opening given, splaying his hand out. Not just fingertips, this time, but full palm contact. His eyes immediately went unfocused as the Healing Gift's other sight took over, Cassian suddenly a dizzying array of colors and temperatures, fluid and energy, tendons and veins and yes, lungs. He focused on the lungs. Healthy air sacs filled, looking like tiny bunches of grapes with each inhale, then deflated with each exhale. Bloodflow response, keeping the healthy tissue running and funneling oxygen into his blood supply...

Less healthy... well, there was a lot of that, wasn't there? Drake considered the structure as a whole, mulling over which area would do the most good to work on first. Emergencies and otherwise, he tended to be very precise about where he applied his energy. He was a precision instrument, a surgeon who'd learned to use magic after the fact.