"I'd need a willing patient." Brin answers, mulling their options. "Plus a way to get over there and a place to stand. Or an flying enchantment. And you'd have to be ready to put it down if it changes it mind mid-treatment." She sighs, not quite believing she's agreed to this. Hopefully all the condition would put the others off the plan. She rather wonders what giant snapping turtle soup tastes like.