She covers his hand with hers but he can still imagine it, picturing the bones moving under his skin and everything knitting back together. It's both kind of cool and horribly unsettling at the same time.

When he feels like he can move his fingers again, he pushes her hand gently away and looks at it. There's still some bruising around his knuckles and blood has dried in spots on his skin, but the bones are healed and he can move it. He wriggles his fingers, huffing a small laugh. "Really handy trick," he notes, glancing back up at her.

She seems hesitant all of a sudden, a little caught out, and Nate wonders if she's ever made that kind of offer before. It's not like he plans to go and get himself beat up again, but he supposes it's helpful to know that he can come here instead of the emergency room should he need to. "I don't plan on taking you up on that," he says, shaking his head. "I kind of thought I'd try and keep my bones not broken for a while, but thanks."