She smiled, more boldly now. "In that case, the process is... quite simple. I have a number of contacts, both criminal and more legitimate, who can provide the necessaries: what I propose is that I act on your behalf in these circles, for a finder's fee, to procure the items which would grant you the sum of your old abilities... or more, should it be within your means. What I would recommend for ease of use would be ancient boons from slain shardbearers; often magical ability was imparted in materials, gems, metals, and so forth. For our purposes, they would need to meet certain specifications: small, easily sterilised, not harmful to the biomes on the interior of the human body, and so forth. Once these are collected and modified as necessary, I would use the work of a smith and the skills of prosthetics surgeon ex-shardbearer to fashion a biological lattice which could be implanted subdermally."

She paused, forked tongue flicking. "Paper thin, ideally. Such a lattice would diffuse these nodes of magical power, make it effectively impossible to pinpoint their location within you, protecting you against the same harm which occurred earlier. Ideally along the front of the ribcage, I would imagine. The efficacy of this device and its return of your power could easily be tested before implantation to assure you of its quality and... efficacy."