Bight nodded thoughtfully, "Indeed that would be the most efficient use of the power, though it can be used in the field where required," he replied as she examined the soldiers. "Of course, I intend to primarily be in the field when combat erupts. There are few who can stand before a dragon such as I unscathed, when there are lulls in battle or there is dire need of healing I will be there to assist if I am able," He commented with no small confidence and pride in his own abilities.

"For the individual healing of lower power than the mass healing, indeed, however there are two of greater power above and beyond the mass healing," With a gesture he summoned up a grievously injured soldier on the ground before them, crouching by him he gave Faiza a moment to examine him. It would be clear that the soldier was on the very edge of death, with injuries that even immediate medical attention of any normal variety would not be able to save.

Closing his eyes briefly Bight summoned forth his power, speaking a slow sentence in draconic before he lay a hand on the poor soldier's chest, a glow suffusing the wounds of the soldiers body as they rapidly closed, muscle and bone mending, cuts closing and colour returning to the soldier's face. The soldier's eyes snapping back open, before promptly sitting up then standing easily, with no sign of weariness or fatigue in the least from his injuries. "This spell is the greatest of my direct healing abilities, it will restore an individual from even an inch away from death and heal them of near all wounds, as well as rid them of any fatigue, any mental enfeeblements they may have sustained and rid them of most poisons or disease,"