Healing Hands: One of her very first feats of magic is discovering her healing abilities, spontanously on her own without any mentoring.
The Red Mage: She takes what she likes from everyone doing magic and every school of magic she comes across as well as her own experience and combines them at her leisure.
Magnetic Hero & Jeanne d'Archétype: People are drawn to her, be it Dareon, Chay, the Serein orphans or just random strangers she meets. Well, unless they heard the rumors of her Unholy Matrimony with Lucian, in which case they are scared shitless of her. She goes from lowly commoner to one of the two most powerful RealityWarpers. She experiences more than her fair share of the supernatural. Though she doesn't die a martyr. Quite the contrary, actually.
Pet the Dog: He made his previous apprentices only suffer as much as they had to and MercyKilled them asap before they could become the Next DarkLord/Lady. And gives so much love to Isca in so many ways as to noone else. Even after breaking up with Isca and pushing her away completely he still comes over to heal her and sends Marani to nurse her. Also secretly cares about Marani after she helped his frail vulnerable freshly healed body survive.
Blood Knight: So much so that his killing sprees look like beautiful dances in a way. He revels in it.
Really 700 Years Old & Immortal: By way of Serein magic: "I have lived about ten, twelve average life times (of a soldier)."
"His name was Ty Sidra. My brother-in-arms. A braver man never …" his voice broke and he could not speak.
"I was strangely comfortable in his presence, and he in mine. I understood him and there was no need for him to tell me that his brother-in-arms had been everything to him, his strength, his family, his home, none of which he had ever known outside of having Ty Sidra by his side. I understood why he could not let go of the fact that he had promised Ty that he would bring him to the healer women and then had sworn he would save his life and that all would be well."
When He Smiles: "Chay played with the now empty bottle in his hands, then looked up at me and a smile came across his face. He had an extraordinary smile, like the sun came from behind the clouds. It lit up his face entirely and made him look boyish, charming and quite irresistible."
Due to the Dead: "When the pale winter sun sat as high as it could go on the low horizon, he came down the stairs, carrying his brother as he had arrived, and we opened the door for him so he could walk out into the thick, deep snow that lay in beautiful waves like a frozen ocean. He pushed his way through our yard and struggling, half falling, towards a small copse of trees in the angle where our drive met the road above. He laid down the body with exquisite gentleness into the deep white and began to dig at the snow with his hands, then with his sword, and I went out to him, through the thick dry snow, following in his footsteps and stood by his side."