Leland shook his head. "Only once, in school," he murmured. "But this domain is immense. There might be one about." He sounded incredibly doubtful however, and it was clear he was grasping at straws. It was an idea he'd thrown out, and not one he expected to come to fruition.
However, when Sibyla spoke he kept his gaze on her, watching her come to the conclusion his own mind was dancing around. He didn't think many healers would be too keen to heal one person if it meant never being able to heal again. But if someone had a different talent. His hand went cold and clammy and, once more, he knew it had nothing to do with his illness. "Necromancy," he whispered. "The power to bring and control death... If it were corrupted, it might be able to bring and restore life, right?" Could that work?
A better question was, could he bring himself to try?