"Right- then I'll get started." One pleasant aspect of the Ximilia was that even people who lacked magic weren't afraid of it- they either saw it as fascinating, or just helpful. Sabriel hoped it stayed that way.

There might be no trace of the SD system, or vision of Terra, but as Sabriel refocuses on her spellcasting, her mind dives into the Charter again, and Blue might see that same glimpse of an infinity of marks, swirling in intricate patterns as vast as the universe, and Sabriel's mind navigating through it- and communing with it, even as she dives ever deeper into it, selecting marks and letting them flow through her and out her fingertips, where they gather between her and Blue.

With a ferocious effort of will, Sabriel summons the last mark- one that shines brighter than all the others, a Master Mark of healing. Her mind retains the connection to the Charter, but Sabriel's focus shifts to ordering the marks in a specific pattern, one to mend his ruined eye as much as possible, and get rid of the pain- and then she releases the spell.

The spell arcs from her fingertips to his eye with a surge of light that's almost blinding, and Sabriel has to take deep breaths as she examines her handiwork, as though she'd just been sprinting all out.