"Your hand. That's all that'll be fixed."

She's pretty new here, but she's gathered that much about the basic rules. The insight about how not quite being able to die might mess you up a little . . . that's all from home.

"Come on. This isn't a road you want to go down." She'd backed up a pace when he wheeled on her, but she steps back in, offering her hand palm-up in a wordless request for his. "Let's sit down and you can tell me what has you trying to beat up a marble wall."