Of course she had noticed, and if Xerath had allowed himself to be more… insistent, then he was quite likely to gain much more than the very little he did. “I thank you, Ser Xerath. But it’s not as fascinating as you would make it seem. It’s just a practical little spell for a wandering healer who doesn’t like being hurt. Simple, easy to learn.” The glow faded away, her expression becoming that of stone. Impersonal, stoic. “And I will require no payment. I do this, not out of the good of my heart, but because I require nothing that you can offer. Mainly because I have no need for most anything. I’m just doing my job.”
Her lips finally tugged into a smile, her hands finally falling to her side. She took a step forwards, closing the distance a bit. “I will only be but a moment.” Her hand began to glow again, and without warning or a word of caution, she slid her hand into the now un-protected midriff. Forest green eyes began to light up, now an electric blue. It was as if she had stuck her hand into an overcharged, but dying generator. No time to waste poking arou— Oh, those look vital. And this, this looks important as well- But damaged. These injuries looked as if they weren’t healing too soon. But these? Some fractured ribs, internal bleeding, she could feel it. These were recent. She could see where the bleeding was, a few bruised and battered organs.
"Now then… I will begin the process now, this will be slightly… warm…" Her voice was ethereal now, as if three were talking in the place of one. "Judging by the state of you, I wasn’t off the mark on the time it will take.
One moment while I start.”
The Magus had not wished to be rude, but she didn’t even mention his gentle probing. It was surprising to one such as him; if someone had done the same to himself he would have instantly been on guard and rather angry. After all it was a bit of an invasion of privacy, or so he saw it. He was on the verge of suggesting that if it were indeed so very easy to learn than she should teach him, but for the moment he held his tongue. Her stoic expression puzzled him somewhat; why would anyone claim such a thing? Having no need of anything? At all? Xerath was not a materialistic creature as such but he would always demand payment for his services just for the sheer principal of it.
He felt himself involuntarily tense as she stepped closer, withered muscle suddenly tight over brittle bones. As the gently glowing magic and the hand encased within suddenly entered within his stomach, he flinched as if struck, though purely from reflex as he soon realised he could barely feel it at all.
Xerath’s head tilted down to stare quizzically at the arm sticking out of him, now feeling for the spell within his gut with a bit more force than he had before. Glancing up, he noticed the blue of her eyes and couldn’t help but feel a smug flicker of a smile cross his lips. He was full of the arcane, absolutely full of power, as his ailing body constantly reminded him.
Her voice snapped him out of his dazed thought process and he glanced up at her from where his gaze had once more slipped to the arm. True to her word, it was warm. He wished he could see exactly what she was doing, but unfortunately he would have to settle on his magic senses rather than his physical ones.
"State of me? … hmh.." He grumbled absently in response, his own tone sounding rather distant and thoughtful even to himself and a frown creasing his hidden brow. "If I am honest, I am surprised it can be helped at all." He tried to remain entirely still and though he could feel very little of what was happening, the idea of it made him waver a little like a grass blade caught in the wind.