"What do you mean?" Wil asks, confused.
"If I'd had the treatment of such a wound, the only option would have been amputation. Judging by the scarring, anyway." Aldus grins. "He has had far better physicking than anything I know of."
"So, real Seer magic?"
"That's part of the legend, isn't it?" Aldus doesn't seem upset by the implied contrast with his own capacity.
"I hope he wakes up soon."
"Give him time."
"Wil!" Cyrward's voice breaks into their conversation, and they look up to see him push the curtain aside. "What news, then?"