"I am not uselese, I have medical training and ridiculous muscles to lift things."

Jayce would probably insist after that cough, his anxiety level spiking instantly, but he still waits for Viktor's permission. He assumes he will relent, even if he might protest at first. He leans their foreheads together and he does cheat because he does not do a little healing. His power flows into Viktor's lungs like it usually does, although not any more intense than their usual gentle sessions. He is not going to go halfway now that there is blood in a handkerchief.

He can't deny that his magic is starting to strain, but if he is going to store any of it, it's going to be used for Viktor. He plays favorites. That's just the truth. If he has spent all day helping other people, he deserves a few moments focusing on the person he loves.

"Still plenty left over." He reassures so Viktor doesn't get in his head about Jayce giving him a big hit of it. "Are you willing to leave in an hour or two? They want us to take breaks and take turns so no one burns out." Willing because Viktor resists it, and normally Jayce would too, but he understands why.