"This place has an abundance of natural mana," the woman replied, voice tired. She laid a hand upon the man, and allowed her Art to delve into his flesh. His face went white as a ghost, the unpleasant sound of bone fragments shifting barely audible. That has to hurt like hell, she thought to herself in sympathy, knowing that the pain was merely the beginning of the old one's troubles with that wound. "We do not try anything until morning, yes?" She stumbled, and nearly fell as she stepped back from her current patient. She had done far too much in just reaching this place with her hide intact, and that plus this new burden was showing. "I will require some rest before we try anything, anyway," she said breathlessly. "What I wouldn't give to have my staff with me," she added in a murmur. The properties of that ancient weapon focused her power, and made her weaves stronger, with less effort. Knuckling her back as though she had been scrubbing floors, she looked around the room. "Is there anyone else that requires my Art? If not I must...rest..."