[Xingchen has no idea what to expect from Moiraine, whether she'll put a salve on his wounds that may be more effective than anything he's ever used, or share energies similar to his own qi. Those are reasonable expectations, he thinks.
Even when she gets to work and he feels that discomfort at first, Xingchen only clenches his teeth through that pain. Healing involves a little bit of it, after all, so it's no surprise to him. Except...the pain subsides almost instantly, not even a dull ache as a shadow of a reminder.
His brows knit in confusion and he tentatively lifts that arm, though he knows he shouldn't. What if she's still working and he makes things worse? But there's no pain. There's nothing. He feels...normal.
Xingchen lifts his other hand to touch what was once mauled, only to be met with a newly-whole arm.]
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Even when she gets to work and he feels that discomfort at first, Xingchen only clenches his teeth through that pain. Healing involves a little bit of it, after all, so it's no surprise to him. Except...the pain subsides almost instantly, not even a dull ache as a shadow of a reminder.
His brows knit in confusion and he tentatively lifts that arm, though he knows he shouldn't. What if she's still working and he makes things worse? But there's no pain. There's nothing. He feels...normal.
Xingchen lifts his other hand to touch what was once mauled, only to be met with a newly-whole arm.]
How did you...?