The warm light washed over Rita, mending flesh and bone and easing some of the pain she was feeling. When the spell faded, the mage ran a hand over her ribs to examine the changes. It was no miracle cure, as much of it still stung at the slightest pressure, but there was a sizeable improvement. The swelling was down, and aches that had previously persisted with or without aggravation had been relieved.

"Not perfect, but not bad," she reported. "My turn."

The mage took the stone from Taura's hand, held it close to her chest, and focused. The stone's magic was reliable, and immediately the warm light enveloped her a second time. As one who never practised healing magic herself, it was a peculiar feeling to be the one to mend her own wounds, although it was also a rather good feeling.

In her weakened state, Rita quickly recognized that consecutive spells weren't an option if she wanted to get herself anywhere. She passed the stone back to Taura. "I guess you'll want to hang on to this." Perhaps she was just projecting, though; Rita could be possessive when it came to rare magical items. The next word to come out of her mouth was slightly muffled, as though it were used so little that she wasn't sure how to even pronounce it. "... Thanks."