He reached up, grabbed her chin, and empowered himself, ignoring the sudden burn of fatigue as more magic coursed through him as he yanked her head down to look her square in the eye. "Meridia, I grow tired of your lack of belief in me. And scary as the thought might be, at some point, I might have to tell you something, and you will have to trust me act on it.<br/><br/>Fine, I swear it on my name and the rank I cherish as much as my name, this blue was a skeleton under the necromancer. I threw healing energy into it, starting to dissolve it, and then altered it halfway through the process to revive it, thinking that it would be poetically just to let the creature destroy the necromancer that forced it to exist as a mockery of what it was in life. I had no intention of the blue living longer than a minute at most, because I knew enough to know I was doing it wrong, but I did it anyway. And as I did, something... greater than even your mother and the Summer Queen touched the spell, and corrected the mistakes I had made. Simple, minor things, like nerves not fully touching, veins incorrectly linked together, the muscles on the intestines not designed EXACTLY right. It corrected that, and I shudder at the horror I nearly forced that poor blue to suffer through. I would have been no better than the necromancer without that help, and I will never, ever attempt to do something more than basic healing again.<br/><br/>Now the blue lives again, though a cursory glance shows a sleekness and streamlining that is likely not normal to a chromatic, but more in line with a metallic. Like they had been made by someone that had seen pictures of a blue, but never one in life, so they used what they knew about golds to rebuild the blue. Am I incorrect?"