Little Fish, Big Pond

I know what you're thinking; as many different classes with healing magic as I had, and I can't just fix a burn?

Well, there are burns, such as you get when you stumble into someone who spills the candelabra and all its wax on you. There are burns such as you laughed, and your feet ended up in the fire. There are burns such as forgetting humans don't have scales and picking up the iron skillet with your bare hands.

She had the sort of burns you get when half your face is on fire and it stays that way until your ear melts completely off.

Find me ANY first level class that fixes that.

"Well?" she asked. "What are you going to do about that? Other than stare and make annoying noises?"

I loaded my Mystic Vision with Dream mana. The angel was still near comatose, tied to Brittani, her flames barely curling from her flesh. Right, so no help there.

"Spirits of life, spirits of healing. It is I, shaman and lifeshaper, who call upon you."