Leila's fist clenches a little tighter as the knife is pulled back out. Without a word this time, she presses Sai a little closer into her belly and begins a second warm, tingly sensation. Right before Sai's eyes, the bone returns to its proper shape, and the flesh pulls itself back together again. Leila's thumb cracks audibly, like someone cracking their knuckles, as she squeezes down harder on her thumb. Soon, all that's left of the wound is a thick pink scar, just like the one on Leila's eye. With a long, steady breath, she uncurls her fingers from around her thumb. "Are you okay, Sai?" she asks, somewhat weakly.