Stanley didn't know what he could say here. It seemed Amy was determined to leave, so he didn't want to say anything in opposition to that.
"I see," Stanley said. "You will be missed, sister Amy."
"Don't give me the sentimental tone. I'm not dying," she said. "It's time you get healed now."
Amy pulled Stanley closer and held his shoulders in her two fair hands. She took a bit of breath and poured something out onto his body that made it feel hot.
Stanley couldn't believe he could feel the heat in the part of his body that was dead. It was deeper than the surface, but any feeling was welcome.
He began feeling itch at the tip of his arm and watched as his own flesh began wriggling around. Then, he saw white bone extend out from the stump, slowly growing until it was fully grown up to the elbow.
Stanley couldn't feel any time manipulation, so this truly was just healing. Pure regeneration.
