"Yes, exactly, Josh. You have to be constantly conscious of how physical mutations impact anatomy," Hank commented, nodding along for the healer to begin. After all, if Josh healed everyone, it would stand to reason that he would do so based on what he thought was the best way to do it--a teenage male with human characteristics.
He returned the smile and for a second, his own fangs flashed in the light. Being a mutant in this day and age wasn't easy at all--but it was that much harder for those who were obviously mutants. Not only could they not walk outside without fearing judgement, but many fellow mutants were afraid of them. "Look at that, good as new! If you promise to stay out of the basement, I think there might be extra dessert in store."
Patting little Jonah's shoulder, Hank rose to his feet. "Thank you, Bobby. As you can imagine, Jonah has a tendency to curl up in small corners and sleep--especially in warm places. You two are proving your mettle." Not that Hank had much doubt, of course! His gaze settled on Josh and the barely discernible light that was fading from his hands. "And how was that, Josh?"