And as luck would have it, Devin's got a friend for a patient. (He's her friend, and he has to accept that.)

Look, was it really Aly's fault that the rebar sticking up had torn a big gash down her newly-healed arm? (Yes.) At least she could feel the pain this time, which was somewhat of a relief, even if looking at the blood all over her arm wasn't. It wasn't that it made her queasy - she'd seen far too much of her own blood for a little nick like that to distress her - but it was annoying. Not least because she wouldn't be able to use that arm until it was healed up again, which meant that unless she could wheedle healing magic out of someone or find a Dreamfolk with a talent like that, her part in the debris-clearing was finished. Her own Restoration talent applied to inanimate objects, not organic matter, and while she could still do that, not being able to carry things made her more than a little grumpy.

For all that, though, she brightens up when she sees that Devin's been assigned to her. "Hola, buddy."