Leland's touch on Teg's arm was very gentle, his hands soft. His brow furrowed as he inspected the wound. It wasn't terrible, but if left alone, it would scar. It ran the likelihood of getting infected if left open as well. Leland stretched one hand toward the fire, an action that was not necessary, but one he did anyway. Heat flowed from the fire, lowering the flames, traveling trough him and directly out as he guided it toward the wound.
It started to knit immediately, closing from bottom to top. He focused solely on healing; now that he had a power source, he could activate both his reading and necromancy, but he had no need for the former, and no desire for the latter.
He watched the wound heal, his expression intent. "It's not a bad wound at all," he said quietly, his voice low and soothing. It was unintentional; the tone he took on when healing was always meant to make the patient feel comfortable. It got to the point now where he didn't realize he was doing it. When it was done he returned his other hand to the now unmarred area of skin, smoothing over it and nodding in satisfaction. "There we go. All taken care of." The gnawing need to heal inside him dissipated and he exhaled audibly. "I'm glad to hear your family's doing well. I haven't seen mine in quite a bit longer, so I can imagine yours was happy to see you safe and healthy then."