[With the wounded leg across his lap, he's ready to begin. He takes just a second to figure out where to place his hands before gingerly lowering his fingers around Chris' knee. There's a pause before he starts where he makes a quick addendum:]
Also, you might feel a slight burning in your veins. Perfectly normal, don't panic.
[And without waiting for so much as a response (or clarifying that by 'might,' he meant 'definitely'), he closes his eyes and focuses, driving his energy through his fingers and down into the wound.
The healing arts are tricky in his world: it's commonplace to learn some very basic first aid, to be able to close up small cuts and smooth over mild abrasions, but to be a skilled healer takes both intense study and routine practice. Energy finds fresh wounds easily enough, almost without guidance; however, it's older injuries that are complicated, as scars create barriers and prevent the initial damage from being repaired. The one doing the healing needs to know where to direct their casting, has to feel the movement of the channel bumping back against the flow as it clashes on what should not be: muscles out of place, bones relocated, scar tissue, etc. That's where knowledge of anatomy comes in, as well as some improvisation for when things go awry (or for when one has to heal someone who is distinctly nonhuman, which is the more likely case, Carlisle has found).
Chris' newer wounds heal in a matter of seconds, but the rest takes longer. A minute, then two pass as Carlisle struggles to feel where the older injury is via magic alone, his expression hardening as he forces himself to keep concentrating. He can do this. Then, his hands twitch, that current pulsating back into him -- ah, there it is.
The magic is redirected and pushed out once more (sorry about the burning, Chris) as he mends the aged injury until the limb is completely healed, as though it'd never been damaged at all. The moment he's done, he pulls his hands from Chris' skin, breaking the contact so he doesn't expel too much energy by accident.]
There we are! Should —[he stifles a cough]— be good as new.
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[With the wounded leg across his lap, he's ready to begin. He takes just a second to figure out where to place his hands before gingerly lowering his fingers around Chris' knee. There's a pause before he starts where he makes a quick addendum:]
Also, you might feel a slight burning in your veins. Perfectly normal, don't panic.
[And without waiting for so much as a response (or clarifying that by 'might,' he meant 'definitely'), he closes his eyes and focuses, driving his energy through his fingers and down into the wound.
The healing arts are tricky in his world: it's commonplace to learn some very basic first aid, to be able to close up small cuts and smooth over mild abrasions, but to be a skilled healer takes both intense study and routine practice. Energy finds fresh wounds easily enough, almost without guidance; however, it's older injuries that are complicated, as scars create barriers and prevent the initial damage from being repaired. The one doing the healing needs to know where to direct their casting, has to feel the movement of the channel bumping back against the flow as it clashes on what should not be: muscles out of place, bones relocated, scar tissue, etc. That's where knowledge of anatomy comes in, as well as some improvisation for when things go awry (or for when one has to heal someone who is distinctly nonhuman, which is the more likely case, Carlisle has found).
Chris' newer wounds heal in a matter of seconds, but the rest takes longer. A minute, then two pass as Carlisle struggles to feel where the older injury is via magic alone, his expression hardening as he forces himself to keep concentrating. He can do this. Then, his hands twitch, that current pulsating back into him -- ah, there it is.
The magic is redirected and pushed out once more (sorry about the burning, Chris) as he mends the aged injury until the limb is completely healed, as though it'd never been damaged at all. The moment he's done, he pulls his hands from Chris' skin, breaking the contact so he doesn't expel too much energy by accident.]
There we are! Should —[he stifles a cough]— be good as new.