“Uh. I have hugged her yes - right that’s not the actual important thing here. So - dead tissue to the bone. I - actually can help. Dead tissue is differentiated from living tissue, I can remove it. It will be - weird for him. I don’t know about painful.” Nevin had stopped pointing the pen at Stare - and was in fact, reaching over and placing his hand on the cat’s shoulder, apparently to prevent her from moving towards the Kenku. Stare felt gratitude at that act, breathing in slowly as she tried to sort through the various conversation pieces.

The idea that Nevin was a god was … crazy to her. She knew gods - hells, recently she had even met that Galatirion that Vitruvion seemed best of friends with these days. That was what a god was like. Hearing prayers was impressive though. She knew that once Vitruvion had had such experiences, but that was in a world where he existed alongside his father as a worshipped entity, and was not stuck in human form, disallowed to be worshipped and so on.

Auras. Check them.

Speak of the devil … his clear, aristocratic voice filled her mind.

I'm trying to save Raevin's life here.

I do not deny that I am cautious for his condition also. But we both know you can look and speak. He spoke quicker this time.

State sucked in her breath, as her eyes blinked once and she settled down into the aura sight. Before her were two people, one with comfortable dirt brown aura, suggesting a lean more towards chaotic than his previously more neutral self, the the ugly void that was Eteri. Stare was slightly surprised to not see any of the fragmented souls that she had seen swirling around the catgirl before, but more surprised to see the void where her aura halo should have been having a noticeable mess of black now. The alien soul that still apparently inhabited her soulless body. And there was a tiny glimmer of Nevin’s dirt brown about her neck.

“I believe some of the healers already removed some of the dead tissue, but it keeps coming back. It looks like an infection but is definitely magical in origin.”

Eteri's chakras were also unusual. There was a shimmer of silver that made up the flowing light that was Eteri's power, as well as a thin red thread that was tangled alongside. So she had been born with her powers, there was some genetic element. Stare guessed the silver was her soul associated magic. She breathed in and looked to Nevin. His divine strand was now dominant, strong over his original red, twist. It was not what a full god’s would be - but far more vibrant than what she had seen before. And then he had a third cord, a thin, strangely parchment coloured thread that Stare had seen only once before.

So he's teaching himself magic from books, Vitruvion said, amused. Just like Illiu.

Stare grunted slightly as he spoke of an old friend of Vitruvion's of the University. Now, Raevin ...

“Your power is stronger, Nevin,” Stare said with a small nod as she came back into natural sight. “What do you think you need? Raevin said he is very happy to supply blood of you need to use it for him.”

Nevin hummed and shook his head. He swung his head to Eteri. “Honey, do you remember where the lizard blood is stored? I think that was one of the ones you reorganized.” She gave a small nod and turned to go rummaging through a box that sat behind his counter. His dark red eyes turned back to Stare. “I can use some lizard blood for its mild regenerative property, along with some blood from Raevin. That will give a template to heal towards.” His fingers were flexing and twitching as he was thinking.

“Maybe fit an adjustable prosthetic to him after removing the tainted flesh the magic has set in to, introduce the healing and regenerative serum, then set up an observation period to make sure his body is rejecting neither - and if you or yours can obtain blood from a creature known for regenerating that might be able to speed up the process, lizard blood regeneration is quite weak, even if it is effective.” The man was speaking rapidly, almost under his breath as he thought.

Stare paused a moment, and looked right at him. “What about regeneration within death?” Her heart began to hammer in her chest as she said it, a sudden thought in her mind. “As in … the body regenerates after death has come.”

Eteri returned, tugging Nevin’s sleeve to draw his attention so she could pass him the small vial.

Nevin blinked. His head tilted to the side and he did seem to be pondering it. “It - might be possible. To create a one time usage serum that would grant a single revival heal. In fact - most magics, demonic included, tend to negate themselves on death - they have nothing to anchor themselves to in that case. It might be a way around needing to remove the magic at all - but where in earth would you get blood of a reviving creature? Do you have a Phoenix on tap?”

She breathed in slowly and tightened her jaw, as she had to admit once more to herself again of her annoying immortality. Taking a long deep breath she fixed Nevin with a solid, determined look. “You know where my power comes from, Nevin.” He nodded once, slowly. “If you think that it would work then -” She rolled back her shoulders and pulled out her mythril dagger. She flipped it in the air, caught it so the point was up and then bared her other arm, with the fist tight. “You got a bowl?”