Amberdrake nodded his agreement to the first bits, and noted how she watched his hands. On his right, was the tattoo. It took up his entire palm. On the left hand, he wore a silver ring with the faint impression of lotuses all around it -- an aged, weathered bit of jewelry, that was. Something not often taken off.

He folded his hands back into his lap, for lack of better things to do with them. "The Gift... I was born with it, and it bloomed early. I had to be trained in how to use it, of course, and my chirurgeon background helped immensely. It is no aimless thing; I perform intricate surgeries without opening the patient's skin. Including splints made of energy for bones, and encouraging the natural healing to increase a hundred fold for a brief time. At least, once everything is in its proper place, down to the blood vessel. It drains both myself and my patient, though I supply most of the power. I can burn out infection, and have been successful at removing tar build-up from lungs. I see inside the body with a kind of second Sight."

And he nodded, again. "I have used it to make medical diagrams, before. Sometimes for simple practice, and sometimes to pass along to others. I can still draw a kyree's central nervous system from memory. --Ah, giant telepathic wolves, from my world."