"it hurts, it hurts!" a young boy, maybe 7 years of age, sobs in pain holding his mother. his leg was shattered, the bone sticking out in many places.
"shhh, dont cry baby, mommy is here." the mother, seemingly too young to be a mother, holds the child, giving him comfort.
Syren continues to look at the wound, nodding. he flexes his fingers and begins to imagine the leg whole and unhurt. beneath his hands, flesh begins to unravel and re-weave itself together, much like self-repairing fabric. in a matter of minutes, the leg is fully healed, though slightly discolored due to new cells.
"i have repaired his bones and flesh, but i cant take away the memory. it may take him a few days, but evetually he will walk again." he nods his head in respect, and walks away before without hearing her reply. such was his way, to help without payment. he continues to walk towards Axion, though he doesnt realize it and wouldnt know why he was walking there anyways.