"What happened to him?" Andrew asked, voice steady. "The puppet guy. Did you kill him?"
She shook her head, her expression steady. "No. I couldn't. I had to focus on keeping you alive. Healing you took priority."
Andrew's hand went to his neck instinctively. The skin where the blade had struck felt different, rougher than before. A reminder of how close he'd come. He lowered his hand, his gaze resting on her.
"Are you a healer?" he asked.
"Kind of." She met his gaze evenly. "It's not exactly traditional healing. My ability's… a little more complicated than that."
"How complicated?"
"It's tied to other things," she said simply. "I don't like going into the details."
"Why not?" He raised an eyebrow, curious.
"It can cause issues," she said, as if stating a fact.
"What kind of issues?" He leaned forward slightly.
