"Fortunate," Yunxu repeated disbelievingly. He'd twitched when Raine reached out to him -- not flinched, precisely, as the movement wasn't due to fear, but the uninitiated might have mistaken it for such. The surprise on Yunxu's face when Raine stopped and asked, on the other hand, was both obvious and an accurate assessment. "You don't like how it's healing, and yet you think I'm fortunate. I'd love to hear why."

He knew why. He could be dead. He'd put himself at the mercy of the Foreigners and very nearly paid for it with his life. Now, he was doing it again, and would have no one but himself to blame if anything went wrong.

He shifted, leaned against the back of the chair to take some stress off his injury, then nodded. "Go ahead."