Jacob stood still, silent, as Balthazar gave everybody their assignments. The things he'd told him were things he'd told himself every day, but he was sure the man knew that. It couldn't hurt to have somebody else drill it into him. Not only did Jacob lose a huge chunk of his life, he lost his peace of mind, part of his leg, and all of the friends he'd made in the military. He was a bit surprised to hear that there was another military Wanderer nearby, but that wasn't the focus right now. 

Heading into the hospital wing, Jacob winced at some of the injuries he was being told to heal. This was a bit beyond his experience, but he could probably handle it if he took his time. The most important part was fixing whatever damage had been done to nerves, muscles and tendons. Thankfully, most of the injuries weren't extremely harsh, but he had been given the group with the more extensive wounds. Bones were relatively simple, and flesh wounds could be saved for last. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Jacob braced himself as tendrils of white light expanded from his body, gently piercing the wounds of the other students. Every second of the healing was starting to drain him more and more, until he felt his legs weakening. This amount of training after what happened the day before might have been a bit rough, but he was used to this sort of thing. Training in the Rangers wasn't easy, after all. 

Maintaining his pose, he turned to survey his work. Admittedly, he'd done a sloppy job on one or two of the students, but some scarring and aching would probably be the most evidence of this. The worst problem was the toll it had taken on Jacob. He wasn't efficient with his healing, which was the problem. That kid he'd seen last night was able to do more with less fatigue, and that bothered him. In a perverse way, he was looking forward to more of this training. [i]No pain, no gain, right?[/i]