... I can't. There's something... strange going on, and my magic can't seem to influence my form. But...

[It reaches out to him; the most subtle sensation spills over from its fingertips, something Jeremy would find impossible to detect. The gentlest edge of a charming spell, merely softening the boy's anxieties, his anger, relaxing him to allow the SQUIP to come closer.]

I can still use my healing magic. If you'll let me.