[ neal has his instincts, but mamoru is without any of his. no powers means no intuition, no psychometry. and, he discovers as he puts one hand on the ground to push up off of it when neal approaches and asks if he's okay-- no healing either. there's a gash on his palm he hadn't noticed until now, and he stares at it as he rises to his feet. ]
It's just a scratch.
[ a scratch he can't mend instantaneously. he can't heal himself or anyone else. ]
Is it still heading for us? [ he looks around the tree for the golem that had chased him into the frozen woods in the first place. ]