"Stitches aren't bad," came Kash's head down response. He probed lightly with his fingertips to see how it was healing and found the gap in the muscle he'd been expecting. When he looked up, he was sober-faced. "It's not going to heal without intervention. The muscle's compromised."

People tended to assume that because clerics healed with magic, they didn't know crap about healing. Kash had been training to be a healer since the day he was born. He knew a lot of crap.

"I can heal it."