[ Where Yoon is uncertain, Sion is only encouraging, giving affirmation first without words—there is a nod of his head, a tuneless hum upon his lips as he watches his student make way for focus—then offering explanation after moments (minutes?) have passed them by. Perhaps, Sion thinks, a demonstration would serve to help Yoon visualize what it is he's meant to be searching for. ]

Much like my homeland, magical energy binds everything in this realm together. As we Heroes may cast magic by focusing the mana within ourselves, through trial and... [ Ah, here he gives pause, his smile softening as he laughs in remembrance at a far-away thought: ] ...admittedly a fair portion of error, I found that it is possible to call upon the mana of the earth itself for the purpose of healing allies.

[ Truly, it is not so different than using the energies of his homeland—seirei—to weave equations and compositions of magic formations. ]

To do so, one needs only to ask.

[ And ask the King does, but in a language old and long forgotten, its soft intonations echoing, for a moment, before they are answered in kind: a rush of energy surges forth from the soil beneath Yoon's fingers, flowing through him, and the area surrounding, in renewal. All at once, the colors of the meadowland seem more vibrant, and if any of Yoon's two weeks of sleep lingered with him still, he'll find himself energetic. Revitalized. ]

That is what you are searching for, Yoon.