Indeed- the problem, of course, being that I do not have my laboratory here, nor access to things I would like... They need something to force the blood to circulate, and-

[There's a rather long pause, and Sieglinde struggles for a moment with the word.

All her life, she has believed herself a witch- a descendent of a powerful one, the Green Witch, and she had inherited her ancestors gift for healing magics... As well as paid the price of her ancestor's pact with the wolves of the forest, sacrificing her legs to them until she or her descendants could create the ultimate magic... But that had all been lies, in the end, and her magic had been science all along.

It was difficult to unravel the mystic from the scientific, and even having chemically created the worst poison gas known to man in her own world, she had done so using "magic circles". It was only upon her recruitment, speaking with others, that she had begun to learn the more "proper" terms for what she did. She could explain everything quite well in a way that sounded magical, and she herself knew what she was talking about, but words most people recognized...]

Oxygen, was it?

[Thankfully, Doctor Wells had left behind a chemistry text.]