"Surprised?" the Emovira asked as it stared at Finch's expression, its own face wearing an unmistakably amused look.
"Is there anything you can do to heal?" Finch asked. His gaze lingered on the bleeding injury, his eyes narrowing slightly as he wondered just how long the Emovira had been carrying such a wound. Judging by its state, it did not look recent, and that alone unsettled him.
"You do know that is a dumb question, right?" the Emovira replied, letting out a low, almost lazy chuckle. "If there were really anything I could do, I would have done so already instead of just sitting here, admitting these walls as my prison."
