[She can feel the growth, the feeling of muscle fiber knitting itself together, the blood flowing into capillaries that had been dry and shriveled and broken. The magic is undeniable, the blowback being erased; a stupid question pops into her head for a moment - if the blowback gets reversed, do they come back to life? - and dies before she can wonder at it too much.]
Don't-- [But she doesn't know what she's asking for so stops and shakes her head, wonderingly.]
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Don't-- [But she doesn't know what she's asking for so stops and shakes her head, wonderingly.]