"That kid," she said, quiet, not to anyone in particular. The words came out before she'd decided to say them, the unguarded response of someone genuinely caught off-guard for the first time in some years. "Has he literally become some kind of god?"
Her lieutenant Mard, beside her, made a strangled sound.
"Commander." His voice had the quality of someone revising every assessment they'd made in the past two hours, one by one, rather rapidly. "He just — that was — the man's leg — "
"I saw it, Mard."
"He 'regrew a leg,' Commander."
"I 'saw it.'"
A voice came from the manor steps.
"Greetings."
Celestia turned.
