[h2]Miina Malina[/h2]

Miina looked up at the gates with a blank expression. Despite her lack of outward complaint over the past few days, the girl had rather shut down, showing much expression only in the form of irritation if anyone broached the topic of her arm.

As she had expected, the pain from channelling magic had reduced – not entirely gone, not yet, but sufficient that she felt it bearable to attempt healing. And that... there was no response, at all, the entire arm remaining as inert as ever. And without immediately driving herself to a splitting headache, it was quite clear that [i]it didn't even hurt like the rest.[/i]

Concentrating on the results of the analysis through the haze of pain had been difficult, but the results were confusing. She wasn't sure what she had expected... scarification, maybe? Her entire arm (and shoulder, and even oddly some of her torso) [i]was[/i] now covered in a weblike, sprawling pattern of scar tissue – interesting enough to look at she was considering leaving it, since it couldn't exactly [i]impair functionality[/i] any – but that just seemed to trace the patterns underneath.

She worked it out the morning after by comparing with the healthy arm.

The nerves were just... gone. She hadn't bothered telling anyone – nothing they could do – and the theory she had for it was simple enough. It wasn't a backlash of untouched aether, it had already been fire and the elements and [i]healing[/i]. So as the uncontrolled power had ravaged through her arm in particular, it had healed some of it... with [i]normal[/i] tissue.

So maybe she was also shooting Galahad dirty looks occasionally. And really starting to hate gloves...