Need reins herself in and adjusts the spell as it works, making and replacing new parts and feeding in more of her magic. She keeps a metaphorical eye on how finite her reserves are when she can't draw on the ley-lines or even ambient magic around her. This spell's got quite a few moving pieces that have to work with each other and take the strain and not let Raistlin's body break down around it. Lungs and heart alone keep a good part of her attention but the whole system has to be reinforced. She expects that he's going to be sore the next day, just from the unexpected exertion.

The boy has a complex, it was obvious from the first. Maybe being away from this brother he's so resentfully dependent on will be good for him.

:A very long study of the human body with a good friend who said yes, that's an interesting project,: she says, and is unable to keep all the smugness from her tone. :Watch the ground for tripping hazards, you can hold your staff off the ground - pump your arms - and you have to veer left.: A woman screams in the seconds after she says that.