[As Vash either didn't hear or chose not to respond to Knives' request, he moves to do it himself, and make sure her legs are working as well as her arms. So far, so good. If there's more wings than there hypothetically should be, he's completely mute on the matter, everything was becoming in working order and that was the important part.]
Good. It might take some getting used to again, how things are supposed to feel and move.
[Like having all of her teeth back, and how that alone can affect speech. With the bulk of the healing tended to, and certain the already set instructions would continue to be followed, he has one matter left that needed to be addressed.]
This here. [A faint touch, somewhere deep in her mind, all the places where a brain sensed pain. Important for the sisters to know, for Vash to know, in case someone else or they themselves ever needed it again.] These are the places that need to be stifled so you can't feel pain. When all the new skin is in place, you can let them reset back to normal, you won't want to leave it off forever, because pain tells us we're touching something sharp, or something too hot, and to pull away before we get hurt badly.
[As much as it would be nice to ... never have to risk pain again, it served its purpose in all life forms. But they'd know how to mute it if it was too bad, or caused by someone else's attacks. With that final note made, he carefully withdraws the thin thread of his own influence, certain that his instructions and the combined outline of mending would be followed until she was healed.He'd still be there, patient and alert for any signs of trouble.
Trouble was certainly not the shroud of comforting wings.
The smile returns, faint but a little relieved. There wasn't enough of a power drain to kill anyone, today was a good day.]
And if you'd like, you can finally sleep if you want. It's safe now. We can put you in the vehicle and take you with us.
[That.. that bit is a tiny amount of misleading, he intended to bring her wherever Vash was going. He didn't have somewhere to take her to, and settling in with someone as likely to up and die as he was, would be unnecessarily cruel.]
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Good. It might take some getting used to again, how things are supposed to feel and move.
[Like having all of her teeth back, and how that alone can affect speech. With the bulk of the healing tended to, and certain the already set instructions would continue to be followed, he has one matter left that needed to be addressed.]
This here. [A faint touch, somewhere deep in her mind, all the places where a brain sensed pain. Important for the sisters to know, for Vash to know, in case someone else or they themselves ever needed it again.] These are the places that need to be stifled so you can't feel pain. When all the new skin is in place, you can let them reset back to normal, you won't want to leave it off forever, because pain tells us we're touching something sharp, or something too hot, and to pull away before we get hurt badly.
[As much as it would be nice to ... never have to risk pain again, it served its purpose in all life forms. But they'd know how to mute it if it was too bad, or caused by someone else's attacks. With that final note made, he carefully withdraws the thin thread of his own influence, certain that his instructions and the combined outline of mending would be followed until she was healed.He'd still be there, patient and alert for any signs of trouble.
Trouble was certainly not the shroud of comforting wings.
The smile returns, faint but a little relieved. There wasn't enough of a power drain to kill anyone, today was a good day.]
And if you'd like, you can finally sleep if you want. It's safe now. We can put you in the vehicle and take you with us.
[That.. that bit is a tiny amount of misleading, he intended to bring her wherever Vash was going. He didn't have somewhere to take her to, and settling in with someone as likely to up and die as he was, would be unnecessarily cruel.]