Mind reader and manipulator. Daimon watched the threads of red energy, swiveling his gaze toward her after she'd finished with an arched brow, then tugged the scarf a little lower to voice it to the driver, leaning back against the seat as the car got moving. He was silent for most of the drive, but the silence helped his concentration while he mustered up more energy to continue healing. By the time they got to his apartment, he could get out of the car with little help, and breathing was no longer difficult. He squinted up at the dark exterior and rows of arched windows, then reached for the railing, magically opening the door with a small of his hand and flicker of flamed energy, so they could avoid having to buzz for anybody.