As the anima rose and shone, the brigand's eyes shifted a bit, scanning the group. Recalculations forming through his mind, but he sat still and quiet as the doctor worked. "<strong>What, no whiskey?</strong>" Is all he said as the essence and the gambler began to pour his focus into the injuries. Sweat broke out on his forehead and the man grunted through the most painful portions, but remained a cooperative patient through the ordeal. Tears hit the corner of his eyes, and he strained in quiet through the pain of the essence surgery. "<strong>So Doc, will I be able to ever dance again?</strong>"  The humor in his voice showed the relief he had been feeling as the treatment progressed.<br/>An hour of treatment, meticulously binding bone to bone through essence, shifting bruising from the flesh and easing pain by alleviating the cause. Wei stepped back from his patient. An unfinished job, but the brigand could move.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wei</div><div class="spoiler_body">IF the patient is given a night to rest, he will be completely healed, all bruising and health levels replenished. As is he is 1L and 2B down. </div></div>