Meanwhile Lisa was looking to Emma as if waiting to be told she was still dreaming.
She'd watched the whole thing with a front-seat view, skepticism and caution changing to confusion and a benign breed of panic. If her leg didn't literally feel good as new, she would have chalked it up to a fatigue induced hallucination.
But there it was, and Dean confirmed it. Kind of. Now she was staring at Emma too, unable to say anything but "Um...thank you."