Kalysto snapped his eyes open. “What the fuck.” He sat up and stared at the boy, pressing a hand to his face. “What was that. What did you do. Did you just… heal me?” He stared ahead of himself, taking a whole minutes to grapple the concept.
“But… how?” He stared at Orpheus. “You’re… you’re meant to be a Mage. Or something. Not an agent of the Light. No way in hell!”