Goldmoon’s staff partially healing Sturm

Sturm was on his feet, his face pale, but the pain in his head was gone and the wound had quit bleeding.
“The staff healed him?” Tanis asked Goldmoon.
She coughed. “Not completely. Enough so that he can walk.”
“It has … limits,” Raistlin said, wheezing.

Excerpt From Dragons of Autumn Twilight, pg 161
Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman