Karla wanted to argue. She really, really did. But if she did, the Healing would suffer for it. And so would Ben. So would Ben on multiple levels. So she just shut her mouth, nodded once, and threw herself back into her work.

The wounds were sealing now, leaving behind clean, new flesh. That much she could do for him.

It seemed so small, for all he'd gone through. For all he'd done for her.