We — ( A moment, teeth gritting, jaw at lock. The contrast between the balm of his brother's soothing presence and energy, like sea spumes, and the biological necessity of sinew binding, flesh restoring and a body exerting itself to accelerate healing. He breathes — eases himself to tolerate the mute aches that always accompany this exercise — and at long last, continues: )

...parted paths before the god's chamber. He appears unharmed.

( For a young man fleetingly corrupted in the maws of a hellhole. )