Galen stared for a moment in fascination. She could heal flesh and bone just as cleaning – or rend it if need be. But this man was dead, of that she was certain. She turned his arm a little to peer at his healed wrist from different angles, all gently, never pulling further than the joint can move at this particular angle. Very clinical.
Then, she turns her focus back to him.
“You were dead.” It’s not a question. She was certain of his state when he came to her in pieces. Even she couldn’t bring someone back from that. Sure, she could put a corpse back together, but she couldn’t give them life once it passed.
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Then, she turns her focus back to him.
“You were dead.” It’s not a question. She was certain of his state when he came to her in pieces. Even she couldn’t bring someone back from that. Sure, she could put a corpse back together, but she couldn’t give them life once it passed.
“Can you feel even when you’re dead?”