"It'll make due, isn't as if it's gonna feel it anymore anyway." Some of the damage could just be ignored, but others would need a little help. Some manner of magic was going on there, and the look of it was... a touch unsettling, perhaps. A thousand strings like so many little spider legs inching and crawling over shredded flesh and exposed bone, forcibly yanking and popping things temporarily back into place. Sewing itself closed, stitching bones back together as if it were fabric.

Cassian turned his head to look when Tannusen moved, then peered a bit past him, making a face.

"Don't encourage it."