"It's fine," Artemis said quietly. "I can't feel it anymore, and I'm certain I'll get at least seventeen different offers for a healing," He gave a nervous sort of laugh. He seemed to have that effect on people--they just flocked to teach him self-defense or some other such favor.

"I'm more upset about your own wounds than I am about my own. It looks like whatever attacked you stabbed you at least forty-seven times. And the bruises around your neck..." Artemis gently placed his own fingertips on Haku's injury, wishing that the familiar blue sparks would come and erase the ugly bruise and leave Haku with perfect skin again. "It looks as though you were tortured instead of attacked..."