She’d seen the face of grief before when she’d witnessed people losing loved ones. Yet she’d never seen that same expression on anyone’s face for her. Stunned by his reaction, she hurried to explain. “On Magonia they call it entonesia.” “What—” He took a deep breath. “What is entonesia?” “A rare and strange disease where the body simply wears out. Fatigue is common. Using my healing abilities actually increases the disease’s progress. Every time I heal someone else, it takes time off my life.” “Then you shouldn’t heal anyone else.” “What?” “You must stop healing others. Let the law of nature take effect. Save yourself.” She drew in a slow breath. “I won’t watch someone die if I can save them. If it’s within my power.” His gaze stayed pinned to her as if he feared if he looked away she’d vanish. “I command you to stop it immediately.” His voice hardened. “You won’t risk your life like that again.” A deep wound festered within her.