He sighed, sitting up slowly. His demeanor seemed different. Calmer and more thoughtful. Relaxed. "Sore, I'd say. How about you?"
She shrugged, opening her hand. "I learned how to work with some of the elements," she said easily. "And I learned that my good friend Warner would let me plant a flower on his head, and I braided Zaddy's hair. So, a pretty effective day so far."
"They're probably listening into this conversation," she said, craning her head back, "although I can't be sure. Zaddy? Could we get someone in here smart enough to fix angel wounds but simple-minded enough to be able to explain to me what to do as if I were five?"
There was a silence before the door opened and a medic stepped in with bandages. They seemed normal, but had no facial features whatsoever.
They spoke. They sounded normal. "Just wrap the bandages around the damaged areas, which seem to be wrist, ankle, and neck.
