[She can guarantee nothing-- only possibly a little relief, but likely not enough that would enable him to return to active duty. The details were stil somewhat fuzzy for her, but she was fairly certain this staff wouldn't work well on old wounds and scars.

That was no reason for her not to try.]

Whichever makes you most comfortable, [Felicia said, continuing to twirl the staff in her hands as if she were a magical girl.]

Other Me usually did this in the heat of the moment. Combat triage, I think? She would heal soldiers in the middle of a battle so they could keep fighting-- kind of like in a Monsters and Mazes game.