[His clothes are a lost cause, stained blue, but his body is taking to the healing -- the odd cauterization that still manages to work on him though he's not made of flesh. It's boggling, and Connor feels a strange return of strength, enough to make himself sit up a little straighter, tilting his head to watch her work.]
It gives the illusion of skin.
[He offers a little uselessly, but it's not untrue. More importantly, however, he asks-]
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It gives the illusion of skin.
[He offers a little uselessly, but it's not untrue. More importantly, however, he asks-]
How are you... doing that?