"I could do it, in theory, but the sheer amount of power it would take..." Amberdrake shook his head, and then chuckled at Luke's concern. "If you'd come here with your hand in tow, I would have re-attached it for you. Sanzo would take care of me after, I'm sure; grumbling all the while. I gave him instructions early on in what to do if such a thing occurred."

Again, anyway. There was a particularly perfect, thin little scar that looped Sanzo's right wrist. Though the priest didn't remember the incident, that in itself was a testament to how thorough Amberdrake had been about the reattachment. Nothing seemed amiss; like every nerve ending and vein and bit of bone and tendon and muscle fiber hadn't needed to be painstakingly pieced back together again.

Drake was a very good Healer! Among many other things.