[ Whoah. That was REALLY healed up rather well. Looked a lot better than the faint burn scar on his one hand that he'd gotten his first day here. ]

Huh. That sounds kinda like how I stabbed my mom in the face and my brother in the side before I ran away.

[ Spoken as casually as ever and without any regrets whatsoever. ]

Cessy...? You mean the Intercessor? [ That's not what's important here. ] So they're okay then? Because you made one of those potion-things...?