"Not at all. Mr. Creed didn't raise anyone to be stingy!" she reached her hand out, a hand with two thick fingers and a thick thumb, and brushed it along his face and chest until she found the source of this cough.
Her magic was the crisp pleasure of a chill stream on a hot day, washing through the body and carrying the toxins and illnesses out with it until he was as healthy as it was possible to make him. She gave one last bit after that, to give his immune system what boost she could. "Hmm. Do you know where you're headed next? I can write you a note for a pick-me-up in quite a few places."