"Please!" Cyrward leans closer to Inric who gives him a long, disapproving look. "What is it for which you are asking?" "Can you heal my arm?" He puts one hand on his broken arm as though it's not obvious which one he means. "I broke it - it's a clean break." "I cannot help you." "But this is nothing to do with fighting!" "I am not a healer. And if I were, I doubt I could do more for you." "What does being a healer have to do with magic?!" Inric and Aldus exchange a resigned look.