"Think of it like holding fire in your bare palm without protection, spiritually speaking." Evandrin does not sound happy about that. "It- It can wear him away. And it does physical damage. The fact that he's willing helps, but I--"

He grimaces as a crackle of pain goes through the borrowed body. "That you were- were working so hard to heal him made a difference before too."

Laerryn hasn't said a word, staring silently at Evandrin in the borrowed body, shock processing as she runs through what exactly all of this means.