"Ah, there you are," she says with a smile, watching his eyelights grow into sparks. It's a lovely colour. A nice aura? Flatterer, too. "I can't imagine being stuck in a knothole could be very good for a skull, spirit or not." Arha took a last dab of her cloth to his forehead and felt satisfied with her efforts. "How do you feel, otherwise?"

Because it was rude not to ask, she did.