For her part, Yorda merely grasped the Master's hand quietly, watching the subtle change coming over his face for what seemed like the briefest of moments. She wished she could do more, but although her healing powers didn't even so much as drain her energy, they were not enough to handle what should be mortal injuries. "I care about you," she replied, not yet withdrawing her hand, willing the cool flow of energy to sweep over the Master once again - at least she might be able to provide a little relief. "I do not want you hurt."

There had to be something she could do to help him.