Raine was assuming, at this point, that he had been held prisoner-- surely his friends would have been kind enough to offer some sort of mercy if no cure could be found. No matter how they loved him, there was a point where death was kinder.

But all that was a moot point right now. Resurrection acted as it should, it seemed, judging by his reaction, and Raine let out a little sigh of her own, relieved. For all that she'd been sure, Erskine's fear was difficult to outright ignore. "'Resurrection,' is, of course, a misnomer," she said, letting old familiar habits of lecturing take over to cover that concern. "Though it can be used to wake those who've been rendered unconscious, as well, which is likely where Master Boltzman took the name for it."

She tucked the unicorn's horn back into her pocket. "The rest," she added, a little more quietly, "will take time. That I can't do anything about. I'm sorry."