<b>It wasn't possible. As Pegawen watched his excitement, she didn't see any movement at all. She realized that he was imagining things, that the stress of wanting to walk again was making him think he could feel his legs move. She sat next to him and settled him down. <br/>
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“Relax, or any healing that's been done will be broken by what you're doing. It will take many months before we even see any improvement.” <br/>
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Theolan frowned but lay back as she spoke. “Now,” she continued, smiling sadly at him, “Tell me more about your family. Do you have a wife?”</b><br/><br/>“<b>No ma'am,” he responded, shaking his head. “At least, not yet. There is a girl ...”</b><br/><br/>“<b>Oh?” Pegawen prompted him to continue, knowing that the topic would keep him from focusing on the phantom pains. “Tell me about her. What's her name?”</b><br/><br/>“<b>Her name's Lillieth and she lives on the neighboring farm.” Theolan's eyes shut for a moment and he smiled. “She's got the most gentle brown eyes and her hair's the color of ripened wheat – somewhat like yours,” he added, opening his eyes, “But hers is darker.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>She sounds lovely. What does she do on her farm? What is her family like?” As she asked the questions, she prodded at his thighs to look for any response. None. She shook her head and moved down to his knee. Still nothing.</b><br/><br/>“<b>Well, her family grows a lot of wheats, good ones.” He furrowed his brows. “And they have a fine orchard of apples too. In the fall, her father gathers them, selling some at market, but the rest he takes and presses to turn into drink. She helps tend the fields and the livestock. She's a very hard worker.” <br/>
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Pegawen hummed, listening to him as he went on about her family and their plans. His distraction allowed her to work without him asking her lots of questions and she'd gone down one leg and up the other before his voice sleepily dropped off. Good, she thought, rest was the best cure for him right now. <br/>
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The only signs of change she'd found had been near the wound itself – a warmth that hadn't been there before. Could it be that he was actually healing? She wasn't sure, but she could tell that whatever it was worked slowly. Perhaps in a few weeks he truly would feel his legs again. As for walking, she was skeptical. She simply didn't think it was possible, no matter what <i>she </i>said.<br/>
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With a huff, Pegawen stood and looked around. Not seeing Glendilina, she breathed a sigh of relief and hurried towards the rooms to check on Allassiel.</b><br/><br/><br/>“<b>You speak as if Pegawen couldn't possibly know what she's saying,” Allassiel replied, reaching for the sword to prop it against the side of the bed. “She may be young, but she's well-trained in healing. She says another day or two and I should have few lingering effects.” <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>As for the walk,” she continued with a smile, struggling to sit up, “I would like that. I'd like to see the rest of the fortress, if you'd show it to me.”</b>