"I was trained as a chirurgeon, first," was Drake's reply to his question. "That's the type without magic, without the Gift. Purely scalpels and logic and training."

He watched Luke demonstrate what he'd just done, and nodded.

"Yes, just like that," Amberdrake smiled, and folded his hands together on his lap now that they weren't full of Luke's arm -- both real and fake. "If it persists or something else comes up, you can of course contact me. As long as we're both still here, at least, I'll be able to help."