Claire's already thinking about finding whoever it was that did this to her, thinking about who to take the child to, when Zagreus offers his magic. Her own abilities seem to feed off of his before she even does anything, casting a softly glowing blue and white aura that seems to seek out that ball of energy, coalescing around it.

Reaching out, Claire actually picks up the red and black energy, the power mixing with her own to create a faintly pastel red glow around her hands. A tether of their combined magic connects them as she places her hands on the woman again, one palm flat over her chest, the other cradling the back of her head. As time rewinds and the healing begins, a spark of life in the woman's heart allows Claire to finally hone in on every single wound, stitching time back into place before those injuries ever had a chance to end her.

Once life and health have been restored, the magic fades after one swift burst of light. As the woman regains consciousness, her son runs to her side and while they're wrapped up in one another, Claire stands shakily, looking at Zagreus.

"I couldn't have saved her without you. I've...I've never done anything like that before."