Kalisel looked at the man with wide eyes. She hadn't expected a wounded hunter to hunter to come in. Then, eons of experience that hat ingrained itself into her mind took over.

The wound had been stitched, but the internal damage still needed fixing. Blood to replenish, skin to regrow. No hack herbalist with a knife could ever do what she could. Placing her hands on the man's forehead, she said in a calm but firm tone, "The power of Heaven heal you, my child." But something was wrong. Where was the glow of divine light, the surge of holy power? Then she remembered the endless plummet to Earth, and she knew. "Oh, right."