A more experienced priestess might have checked the boy first, to see if there was anything left in him to save rather than waist a spell that might have saved another.  Maeve hadn't learned that hard lesson yet.<br/><br/>She darted through the wreckage of the cart, knelt by the boy, placed her hand over his heart, and chanted a spell that wreathed her hand in silver light, sending green beams of healing power into Cale.