"It's a slow healing salve I've been working on for the past few years. It essentially negates the slow deterioration that is inherent with dark magic injuries. I keep tweaking it to make it work better. Apply it in the morning and before bed. Generously. I have more at the cottage." he closed his hand around the small jar, at best his chest had been a dull ache in the back of his mind on a daily basis for a decade. He had learned to tune it out and carry on. He never thought he’d actually be free of the pain. Part of him still thought he deserved it. Penance for the person he was before. Blaise said he was full of shit. Carmichael agreed, though he used more professional language for it.