"Wait-" Emery urged hurriedly. His hands left his pockets and he took a sidestep to interrupt Trenton's exit. "You're no longer wounded, is that correct?" Of course it was correct. The curious doctor in him could just hardly stand to watch such a possible candidate for medical advancement escape his home so quickly. It was almost sacrilegious.
"You've- you've somehow managed to heal on your own. You've found it happening more and more often. A-am I touching any accurate facts, as far as you can see, or am I simply talking out of my nose?"