"Sunny says you can introduce me to Simon Potts."

Cameron, who is still nude, holds out her hand. This guy looks just old enough for the effects to be striking without making him unrecognizable.

"Would you like a demonstration of why you should?"

He glances at her hand, but makes no move to take it. "I expect that rather depends on the nature of the demonstration." He steps back to welcome them in to the dimly lit room.

"I'm a very powerful healer. I'd like to heal you, to prove my ability."

"I am neither ill nor injured at present."

"Yes, you are. By about fifteen years, I'd guess."

"If you mean to say that I suffered some sort of injury or scarring when I was younger, then I'm afraid your diagnosis is mistaken."

"That is not what I mean to say, no."

She moves closer, looking him over carefully.

"Your hair is fading to gray. Your skin is of reduced suppleness. Your eyes are of diminished fidelity. These are all symptoms of damage I can easily heal."

Cameron holds out her hand again.

"I can see why the claim would require demonstration, then. Very well. But if it requires contact, I hope you will not be offended if I observe the usual precautions."

He walks over to a table with a variety of instruments, pours water from a glass pitcher into a shallow rectangular silver basin, plucks a leaf from a hanging bundle and drops it into the basin, submerges his hands in the water, and incants, "ᛚᛁᚲᚢ·ᚦᛟᛗᛟᚾ·ᚦᛖᚾᚨᚺ". A white light shines up from the basin, and he withdraws his hands, which appear dry.

He gives her a strange look. "I have never seen that spell cast smooth," he says. "Even cast twice in succession in a freshly hallowed surgical theater, there is always a certain baseline sparkle. What I just saw implies that this room is absolutely, immaculately clean. Are you responsible for that, too?"

Interesting. That was definitely not sorcery as Cameron knows it.

"I am. I was wondering if you'd notice."

Cameron smiles, hand still outstretched.

"And it isn't merely this room. I'm currently extending the cleansing effect beyond the borders of this town. My healing spell is considerably stronger in effect, but it does require touch."

"She claims not to be a prophet."

He takes her hand.

Cameron drops her cleansing aura, and starts aligning her healing spell instead. More for effect than because she needs to, Cameron closes her eyes.

Fifteen seconds later, she looks up and intones, "Perfect Incarnation!"

And all signs of aging fade from the doctor, his body restored to something nigh-indistinguishable from the platonic ideal of health. His tissues are like new, the energy of youth surges in him, and his body becomes fit. His hair is still graying, but it'll grow in his natural color.

He blinks, blinks again, squints, and then – takes off his glasses.

"Remarkable." He turns the glasses over in his hands. "Yes, you'll certainly have your referral." He unties his bowtie, letting the ends hang down, and goes over to the basin to repeat the ritual.

"I'm sure this isn't necessary," he says as he pours the water, "but you understand why a man in my line of work needs to keep in the habit of being too careful rather than not enough."

"Of course."

Even with her cleansing aura down, nothing it removed from the area will have had time to migrate across the radius of the spell to reach them, yet. The room they're in should still be immaculate. Cameron doesn't recast it yet, though, because the doctor looks interested and might want some other demonstration for his own sake, first.

"I'm sure you'd also like to know that my cleansing aura is specific, not general. And what you've seen so far is only a side effect. It's designed primarily to remove infection, illness, and toxins from within the body, which it does very precisely and completely, by cutting the infectious microorganisms and harmful substances out of the fabric of reality, bit by bit."

Wry smirk. "If I keep it active continuously, it even prevents a certain set of bodily needs from ever interrupting me."

"Continuously – that would explain –" The light from the basin sparkles faintly, this time, almost a shimmer. "Is it not active now? This casting did show the baseline sparkle."

"If your aura would prevent others from dropping earth as well, then I expect many would object. Myself included. The Path of Charity calls us to give back our remnants, dung included, and for good reason. If we did not return our manure to the earth, the fields would grow as barren as if they were never let to fallow."

"I assure you I have better things to do than install myself as a magical alternative to... dropping earth."

Cameron hesitates a moment, then decides to explain a little but stay vague.

"My magic is like a machine that is currently switched off. I can use it without switching it on, but there are limits, such as being restricted to one spell at a time, and a more involved casting process. Switching my magic 'on' limits me in other, small ways, but it's mostly for cultural reasons that I'm not in the habit of defaulting to that state."

"I'm glad of that; thank you. And I think I follow, though I have no particular expertise in machinery."

Tegan quietly moves to let herself out.

Cameron moves to follow, then stops and beckons at the doctor in a questioning manner.

"Will you come personally? Or will a note suffice to convince this Simon Potts fellow."

"The usual thing would be for me to introduce you in person, perhaps over tea. I could arrange things if I knew when you would be available, unless you prefer to handle that yourself."

"You don't have to hurry out just because I'm no longer needed here," Tegan murmurs to Cameron.

"If you have another appointment, don't let me keep you, but," Cameron says to Tegan with a shrug.

And then to Doc Lemon, "I'd hoped to meet him today. I have nothing but what I landed with, and no money but what Tegan generously donated to me. Selling youth to the rich is my best short-term option, and I need to take advantage of it quickly before it gets out that I am gratuitously overcharging. And it will get out, and soon, because I will not withhold healing from those in need."

"I'm sure I can arrange something."

Tegan shoots him a sympathetic look.

...did she make him uncomfortable? Hm. She is kind of upending his schedule.

"Thank you for sparing the time on such short notice," she says, sincere. "If I am ever the solution to one of your problems, I hope I will be able to reciprocate."