Only the ones who look like they need it.

[She says it with a bit of a defiant turn of her head.]

And the ones who I startle near to death with Phillip. I do not usually ride him, but my horse threw a shoe, and so it had to be him.

[Phillip is enormous; a huge stallion, and he's pressing his big head against Lucy's shoulder.]

But you speak queerly - I do not understand what you mean by your body. Is it not your body I would be healing, if you were to agree?