The wind wizard's body did not match the youth of his face. I only had to brush my senses against the many buzzing strands of his organs and blood to read years of alcohol and drug abuse, all of which had been suppressants, which left his body overly dependent on the need for outside calming, leaving his body's natural ability to produce cortisol and other stress-calming related hormones atrophied. The body, after all, is built to adapt to its environment, artificial or not.
Even as I focused in on his lungs for the first time, I could see through their tissues to his heart, which fluttered too rapidly for an at rest state. In turn, it pushed his scarred, swollen lungs to breathe faster, though I could tell that it was only through the wizards conscious efforts that he hadn't hyperventilated. I hadn't even heard him breathing. Deep will indeed.