Judge winced as his foot caught on a gnarled root.
Pain shot up through his leg, but he swallowed it, again.
By now, the pain felt as natural as breath. The ether working through his body didn't heal cleanly.
Ether was putting him back together, slowly, but with a kind of perfect care no human hands could match.
A human body was complicated, full of tiny parts and delicate pieces. Normally, it would take the best healers in the land to fix something this broken. No, not even they can fix this since ether was sucked away from all his dry wounds.[1]
But the ether was doing it on its own, without thought or feeling, like the world itself fixing the imperfections in nature.
It closed wounds without care for how they looked, joined bones and joints without thinking about movement or pain.
In some places, his skin came back smooth as silk. In others, more quickly, it was rough, like uncut stone.
