With the exception of a slightly fractured nose, the reputed sorcerer was relatively unscathed by the playfully executed assault. "Sim sim, estou bem, estou-", coming to an immediate pause, transitioning from his native Portuguese to English as the supernatural seductress telekinetically ascended him back to his feet, "Yes, I'm fine", his distinct European accent partially rolling with every word. He wasn't an exceptional healer, his spell-casting while revered in the mystical corners of the globe, had never focused in the art of healing. He was an illusionist, a conjurer, an enchanter and an alchemist. Meeting her inquisitive gaze, Ambrosius instinctively regained his inborn poise and monarchical flair.
"Several places to be precise. Generally indulging in practices that successfully restored my powers. But also researching various alchemical methods and the like with respect to finding a way to supply you with an infinite quantity of biophysical energy. So that you'd never hunger again", he explained quite calmly. "I failed, unfortunately. But I did manage to find this", sliding beneath his vermilion cloak, his right hand reached into his attire's breast pocket, emerging with the bundled scarf. "It's for you. It's not much, however it should supply you with additional life-force and diminish your hunger".