Gale took a few steps back as precaution, feeling silly for doing so -- he was a council member, for Pharam's sake! -- but still wary of Merrion's white magic. She had heard stories, after all, none particularly devastating but only hinting that the beloved council member had a bit of a struggle for white magic. Gale understood some people had certain propensities to magic; and as they did, they had certain obstacles to overcome for others. White magic was one of those which came easier to her. Had she, perhaps, been a different person, she could have been a white mage in another lifetime. Still, it was difficult to be suspicious or even judge Merrion harshly when his demeanor was so lively and good-natured, like a dog who loved you no matter what.
It made her want to roll her eyes. She resisted the urge as best she could by biting down on her lip.
"Consider it a warm-up," she coaxed. "If I can see how you cast your cure, it might elucidate any future troubles we will have with esuna."