Mei tried to stick closer to the lower classmen. She would never hear the end of it if one of her classmates knew she was using white magic. If there was one thing senior black mage students knew about Mei Mahau, she hated her white magic background. Another bonus of sticking to younger mages was that the injuries were fairly minor. Those in her group mostly had minor burns, cuts, and scrapes. The most difficult were patches of skin that had been severely iced and a few of the deeper gashes. These were likely from the more reckless of the class.
As she moved from student to student, she looked back at the ward door. How the hell was that Balthazar guy allowed to teach? Speaking to students the way he did, wasting their time on skills they weren't trying to master....she'd taken some abuse during Cardan's classes, yeah, but at least it was related to black magic study. Here she felt useless. She even doubted that she would have been able to heal some of the more severe wounds on the other side of the ward. So why waste her time on something she wasn't good at. Mei sighed, cleaning up a gash she had just sealed. She looked to her right, greeted by a window overlooking the Gardens, no other students needing her treatment. She looked up at the clock over the exit of the ward. It had only been ten minutes. She had treated over a dozen students on that end of the ward, and she did not feel the normal fatigue from healing that she did. Even if she wouldn't admit it, maybe the drill sergeant who threw her in here wasn't completely crazy.