Less Little Miles wishes rather desperately that he had some kind of telepathy so he could coordinate with Linya without being overheard. Damnation. The last time he saw that look on Bothari's face, it was just before Elena Visconti shot him.

Fuck it. Forward momentum, right?

"And I brought my surprise," he says. "See, Miles, we met somebody earlier who has magic blood that heals people. I've had a lot of my bones replaced by now, so I didn't jump all over it right that second... but if it fixes the rest of mine, I figure maybe it'll fix yours too. How's that sound?"

Little Miles stares. "You mean I could run around and fall down and not go to the hospital?" he says incredulously. "Yeah!"

"Well," says Less Little Miles, "I'll go first. To make sure it works."