[Arms, torso, legs, wings. Each piece in turn, carefully reattached to its proper place. Nothing can be done to speed up the process any more than this.
Eventually, Kantera is whole again, enough to sit up and properly hug both of them tight to him.]
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Eventually, Kantera is whole again, enough to sit up and properly hug both of them tight to him.]
It's alright. I'm alright now, I promise.