[ A gentle, but short-breathed, laugh comes at her. A smile follows it before she raises her unsoiled hand to tilt his chin up. The smile speaks levels of appreciation and yet also a sense of pride. Alphinaud had come such a long way from his early days in the Scions. ]

You are helping me now, doesn't that count? [ She shakes her head and gently pats his shoulder. A shaking breath leaves her then as she changes how she sits to aid him further. ] A-alright, now for the trickier part... it can take a student of conjurey years, b-but...

[ She breath hitches and a low hiss comes from her. The difference between a patch job and something more detailed. The stray thought comes to her that perhaps it is a good thing she was not the one to heal Ser Aymeric. ]

You must listen to what the... the aether wants. Where it wants to go, w-what direction it needs from you. That'll encourage it...