[b]Slowly, his wounds began to revert, but it was cold feeling... The warmth was quickly replaced, the chill spreading out through his body.[/b] [i]Lay still... You have suffered many injuries...[/i] [b]As Chloe did her work, Desmond could hear chanting in the back of his mind, like the monks were praying... Under these conditions, the Inquisitor would have died... But Chloe had taken an oath. He was wounded, and like it or not, he would receive the same treatment... The process wasn't slow... She fixed most wounds and burns quickly, more than should be possible for any one being.[/b]