She looks at him, looks at the wand, and tosses it aside. "This is going to<em>hurt,</em>" she says.<br/><br/>With that, tears from some of his clothing, to get directly at the bare skin of his torso, firmly laying both hands on him. He'll feels waves of power begin to radiate from her, followed by a feeling vaguely reminiscent of being thrown into a lake of ice water, only much, much colder. Even when she removes her hands, what seems like an eternity later, the numbing cold still permeates his body; even his bones feel like ice, and everything hurts at least as bad as his injuries. Her voice rings in his mind.<em>This will hurt for a few hours, and you'll need to rest for a day or so, but you're fully healed, now. Don't try to move, or talk, I'll get you as comfortable as I can.</em>