She nodded, and he gestured for her to lie down on the divan against the far wall. As soon as she was seated, he drew a blue ball of glowing light into his hands. Her eyes widened. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to that. Healing magic didn’t work this way. It was supposed to be a bridge between the magic of the healer and the magic of the injured. It would take time and energy to fix things, but with Amond’s light, he could heal injuries that normally took hours in a matter of minutes. She had no idea how he did it.

First, he drew the glow down her body, scanning her for injuries. He frowned when he reached her center and then continued.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Well, nothing seems to be wrong,” he said thoughtfully.

“Oh,” she whispered.

“Except…”

He paused and then returned to where he’d hesitated. He pushed the glowy ball down into her gut. Just as the last time, it felt as if bugs were crawling around under her skin. It didn’t hurt, but it was unpleasant.

“This doesn’t make sense.”

“Tell me about it,” she said with a soft laugh.

“It appears you have magic sickness.”

“Yeah,” she said with a sigh. “That’s what Helly said too.”

“You’re so young.”

“I know.”

Amond frowned. “I’ve treated magic sickness in older Fae before. It doesn’t have a cure, but there are some things I can do that will ease it. You said that you had been experiencing blackouts. Tell me about that.”

She described the feeling of her magic enveloping her and then draining away. How she would black out and that everything only happened when she was stressed out. And no, there was no option where she wasn’t stressed. He listened curiously, moving the blue blob around all the time.

“I see,” he said quietly. “What happens with magic sickness is, the unused magic slowly poisons the blood, causing mental instability and eventually death. However, here, it doesn’t appear that your magic has moved into the blood at all. It looks like it’s just gone. Which should be impossible.”

“I love being one of a kind,” she muttered.

He laughed softly. “Typically, I’d drain away the excess magic, and that would help for a time. Truthfully, I’m not certain what to do here.”

Kerrigan groaned. “Great.”

He removed the blue light. “If you have time, I would like to run some more tests. They might take a while. I could keep you here most of the night. Just because I don’t have a solution, it doesn’t mean that one doesn’t exist.”

“All right,” Kerrigan agreed. “As long as Dozan doesn’t care.”

“Dozan doesn’t care,” he said, appearing in the doorway. “You may remain the night. I never minded before, did I?”