Lewin, seeing that Fossil had braced herself, began his brutal (but in its own way compassionate) work.<span style="color: #808040">"<span style="font-style: italic">Qce'boras bal'fatum Kael'imagi Zul'wakkor rzilakkula... Kora'tormi effal.</span>"</span>His right hand began glowing ever so slightly. He put it gently towards the injured area, and tendrils of flesh shot from his fingertips and borrowed into Fossil's body, grabbing a fierce hold of the broken bones. Forcing them in place, the tendrils of flesh rushed to the fracture, seeping into it and hardening. Fossil would be able to feel the entire process and hear a few dull<span style="font-style: italic">crack</span>s as the bones set. The medling, however, was warm and mellow. The final jolt of pain would come when Lewin pulled his hand away forcefully, severing the tendrils which immediately fused with the girl's flesh. The whole process to less than fifteen seconds, and when it was done, only a quick-fading dull ache would remain. Lewin gave the girl a pat on the injured ribs and nodded.<span style="color: #808040">"Well done. You should feel better now."</span>