Aeryn records the new knolwedge in her journal with happy diligence, very much in her element.<br/><br/>"Sixteen."  She murmurs.  Sixteen admitted to, anyway.  "A possession of his, puckernuts, I should have thought fo that."  Her mind flew back to the gfight, hazy memories, the healer had still been in near-exhaustion from just being washed ashore before it happened.  "Xen hit him with her axe, drew blood.  She cleaned it, of course, but I wonder if any resonance might remain between his blood and the weapon.  Xen, did you keep the rags you cleaned the edge with?"