That's not what I meant. Before I arrived here, that's what was happening, a friend was healing me.

[He lifts up his arm with the burnt/torn sleeve and curls his fingers. There might still be marks on his arm and his movement slow, but he can move them. Just barely.]

See? This hand was rendered totally unusable before I arrived.

[And he reaches down with the other to press a hand over the wound on his abdomen.]

This... was a lot worse as well, to be honest.

[Her next words have him staring at her.]

... so that's why I couldn't sense you. [His gaze sharpens.] For how long?