Push your limits and try and help Freya.

“Here let me try and help.” I shrugged wanting to ease her pain even if it was to late to heal the wound. I shook the water off my hands and grabbed a towel to dry them.

“You sure?” She gave me a smirk. “I don't want you passing out on me healer.”

“I feel much better after I ate and a little magic will not hurt me. Pretty sure I would just pass out and not die if I use to much. You stick to stomping things and let me worry about the healing.” Alleviation didn't seem to drain me as much as healing did for some reason but then when I was healing I was making changes to the body while Alleviation was targeting the nerves which were smaller.

“A little confidence looks good on you big man. Don't worry I will catch you in my bosom you seem to like so much if you start to fall.” Freya joked as she brushed her braids aside and pulled back her hair to show the scar. It was still read not having began to full fade and was jagged in shape instead of straight across.

“Just keep your shirt on so I can concentrate.” I joked and touched her neck.

“No promises.” She smiled. I cast the spell running my fingers slowly along the scar. Freya closed her eyes and looked down letting out a content sigh as she hung her head and rolled it slightly. “Um. Right there.”

I cast the spell for several seconds running my hand along the scar as I traced it with my fingers. I wondered if I could heal the wound more then it was already if I had the power. It was still somewhat fresh though already on its way to healing on its on.

I finally stopped moving my hand away resting it on her shoulder encase it was not enough. “How is that?” I asked and Freya reached up and rolled her shoulder.

“Much better. Thank you healer.” Freya smiled and then touched my hand on her shoulder.

“Your welcome.” I nodded. “So any other pains or old injuries you need me to treat?”

She grinned and reached out and took my other hand and then guided both hands to her breasts and pushed them into her large mounds. My fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her mounds as I got to large handfuls as my hands seemed to conform to their shape almost by instinct. “Just these.”

“I meant actual pain.” I shook my head.

“But they are in pain.” She said as she pulled my wrist pressing my hands deeper into her soft breasts. It was like quick sand how easily my fingers seemed to sank into them. “You try squeezing these into a leather bustier all day long and going into battle swinging a battle ax around. If I didn't have to worry about getting shot in the tit with an arrow or something I would go full Berserker and run into battle topless.”

“Well you at least you have a distraction since no one would be looking at the ax in your hands.” I joked and she let out a laugh. I dared to let my hands run around to the sides and cupped them enjoying the feel of her large mounds in my hands. “I am pretty sure it would take every bit of energy I have as big as they are even after I am fully rested for these things plus it doesn't work through clothing.” Part of me wanted to play with these things and take my time healing her big beautiful breasts.

“How do you know?” She smirked.

“Just what I read.” I replied and gave a little shrug.

“Reading something doesn't make it true. You learn more from trying for yourself then what any person can teach you. You can't learn this from a book.” She glanced down at my hands and ran her own hands over them and guiding them to her nipples. As I felt the grape sized bumps through her shirt. “Your welcome to try. If not the whole breasts then at least try my nipples. The leather makes my nipples chaff a little even through my tunic.”