"...Yes, I've met Skulduggery," Raine said, a little dryly. He was a hard person to forget, especially when virulently violet. "You do come from the same world, then." Explicit confirmation was a nice thing to have, even if she'd been relatively sure before.

That wasn't all she'd taken away from what he'd said, but it was the most immediate. She turned her staff over in her hands, an idle gesture, her gaze distant for a moment or two as she turned over the idea of actual possible resurrections. "Perhaps the price of a life surpasses that which most can pay?" she suggested finally, and lifted her shoulders in a tiny shrug. "If sacrifice -- and balance? -- are such key concepts..." Raine shook her head. "No, I don't know enough to speculate reasonably. And in any case, that's not what you came here for."

She lowered her staff in the same manner she had before, till the head did not quite touch his leg, and half-closed her eyes. The circle appeared only very briefly; this was a spell with which she had been familiar for many, many years. "First aid," she said, quiet, and pale green light glowed over the wound, leaving the barest of scars in its wake when it vanished. "Any residual discomfort?"