[He refuses to make another sound as the spell peaks, demands his fists uncurl and gives a last push, holding his breath as he forces out the final elements of magic from his stone fingers and into her body. Her joints snap into place as gently as such things can be done, the bleeding slows to a trickle.]
[Zelgadis falls to a knee, one hand splaying on the ground to steady him. Checking the girl over, he manages a little smile. He would thank Ceipheed and the Gods for answering his feeble call, but with the crisis averted, he isn't that sentimental. What he needs is information.]
Can you speak? [His voice is unsteady, but calm, all fears about watching another face his worst living nightmare now turned to anger at the one who did this.]