While the boy she grew up with mused over existence in general, Nohre's hands moved to that second wing. The spiritual connection flowed more smoothly this time as she better understood what she was meant to accomplish. Tiny bones aligned under her fingers while torn muscle and ligaments knit themselves back together at an *almost* unnoticeable fraction quicker than it had before.
"Very good. You're getting better already."
Elua's monotone praise made her disciple's spirit brighten with happiness. The ancient cultivator maintained her guiding presence even more vigilantly because of that shift, looking for signs of complacence or rushing. If she had to keep her from making mistakes… she would.
