Even as Terrence spoke, the wound he'd made had already begun to start healing itself. That was new. For a moment, Ella was taken off guard, now that she was actually able to think for a second. From the moment she'd woken up her mind and body had both been driven by primal instinct. "Oh, fuck," she said quietly, still catching her breath from the epic shag. Her concern was applicable to the fact that Terrence had suggested Healers, as well as the fact that, for the first time in what she figured was her life, Ella was not at all sure about herself. She didn't know every thing about her own consciousness or her strength, or the way she could move, her powers, her desires, any of it. She was completely new to herself, she thought. Well, except that she was sure the way she reacted to Terrence was exactly the same. At least that, she knew, was never going to change.