Here Ya Go Lad

A raw, primal scream tore from his throat, echoing off the stone walls as his mangled arm began to mend, sinew and bone weaving together using unnatural speed. Then, in a moment that shattered reason, his empty socket burned with a blinding light.

His lost eye reformed, its vision sharper than ever, staring at Drusilla. Shock gripped him, his heart thundering. Raegar staggered, his newly restored vision swimming as the world snapped into unnerving clarity.

The room pulsed with a vibrancy he hadn't known since his injury, every crack in the stone and flicker of flame razor-sharp. Drusilla's eyes bored into him as she returned to normal and nearly collapsed to the ground.

Raegar quickly caught her and put her in his pocket as he clutched his healed arm, fingers trembling as they traced the smooth, unscarred skin where moments ago there had been only ruin.