Septar watched the light beam out of the gauntlet, through her hand, and into Constance's ankle. Looking at the rubies and sapphires, she watched one of the sapphires fade out until it was dark. She looked up at Macid, and Constance, who was in pain from the sprain being healed, and after the gauntlet finished glowing she removed her palm from Constance's ankle. Looking at her own hand again, this time palm facing her, and then turning it back around to look at the jewels, flexing her fingers. "So I can only use this method of healing four more times? If I don't hit anything more than 5 times with this arm? I mean, minor injuries can range from anything from a sprain like this to a-" she stopped herself short before she got into all of the medical mumbo-jumbo she didn't need to get into, accompanied by nervous rambling. She looked over and questioned Filadius, in reference to the 12 hour recharge on the rubies for power hits. It seemed to her that if the rubies could recharge, so could the sapphires. She finally noticed that Mortis had moved over to the group, and had been watching. Septar stood up, and tucked her wings in a little bit tighter again, because she could feel that Mortis wasn't in the best of moods. Though, why would she be? Everything was changing, but somehow Septar cared only about healing Constance at that moment, and following all of these strangers in an unknown world, with a feral dragon, and a wizard, until it was over. The reality of the situation finally hitting Septar, she felt a little dizzy, and knelt down on the ground to recompose herself. "I could use some water," she managed to get out.