"He's trying to make it better," she replies, her gaze slipping away from Church, falling towards the tents that the healers have taken up to work their craft. "It's hard for him. Some of the parts that were don't come back, or don't fit the same. He wants it to be like it was, walking and talking and feet on the ground, but..."

Her brow furrows tightly as she shakes her head, hair flying about her face.

"I'm not. It won't ever be. Can't unbecome what you are."