Brisa shook her head slowly at the words.  Few wizards had the magic to heal; that was mostly the domain of priests and religious spell-casters.  And she wasn't even a wizard yet, just a couple spells and some knowledge of how magic worked.  

“I'm sorry” she said softly “my teacher could do a few things to help heal, like put people to healing rest or remove poison, but I was just beginning training.  All my spells do is make a little fire, change a little color, or make a person run a little faster.  There was so much to learn, and now I guess I never will.”  

Brisa sat down next to the girl, carefully so as not to disrupt her in any way, she knew that an improper jostle could cause problems.  She was no healer herself but she had been the assistant of the only thing close to a healer the village had, she at least knew what NOT to do.   

“If it is ok with you I will sit with her.  I may not be able to do anything but at least she won't be alone.”