She doesn't know him, she has no reason to trust him. That's why he stays in front of her, hands visible, no movement fast. They went through too much down there to trust so readily, and she didn't seem the most trusting person to start with.

"Hope so. Life is better with two arms."

But if it doesn't heal, she's the sort of woman who would portable adapt very well to only having one. But that doesn't mean that's anyone's first choice.

"I know some people who have talent with healing. Vrenille. Chris Sonom. They might be able to help."

He says that casually, just in case she doesn't know of them, of the possibility of them being able to assist. Chris helped when his eye was still hurting the scar tissue too tight still. He wouldn't begrudge anyone getting their pain taken care of.

"I was stabbed. Not here. I don't remember what happened down in the Pit. But I lived back home in London, for nineteen years. Surgeon there put me under to finish clearing up the mess- and I came round back here. In a cave."

That's it. Well, the abridged version. She won't care about the other details and he doesn't care to tell them.