Gelman plucked a flower out of the vase beside her bed. Not from the bouquet I'd brought. Mine were at least all alive. "Restore the azalea to its natural beauty."

"Is most infusion magic healing?" How boring. I exhaled a hard "oomph" like I'd been punched in the gut. My lungs started bubbling, going at it like a pot of water on full boil, getting larger and larger, pushing everything else inside me aside. I was going to pop.

"I'm infusing your lungs with air. Blowing them ...