What the fuck was Archer going to tell the crowd to explain all the screamimg, and the fucking blood all over the grass?? Avery still watched a bit longer, hearing calls for a new keg of ambrosia to be tapped.
So Archer was an alien. Real humans couldn't just heal an arm so busted the bone was poking through. Archer had laid his hand on a person and fucking healed him. That same Archer was now being slapped on the shoulder and probably lying to everyone about how it was just his medical education in practice, a simple dislocation or some shit, really play it down. But they both saw it. They definitely saw it... right?
"He healed a broken arm, Avery hissed, following Lyra. "We bother saw that, right? We have to go down there. There was blood. We both saw blood." Funny how he didn't feel as drunk right in this moment.