Estinien. [She breathes that--he's the typical Pleroma that Meteion would consider using a spear, since that's so apropos for a dragoon like Estinien. She frowns. But the dragoon is also the type to give no quarter--she remembers that well enough from their altercation in Ultima Thule.]

I unmade him once, you know. [Voice turning conversational, she takes the needle and thread from Makoto, and pauses, simply because Meteion is considering how best to go about this. Does she know how? Not exactly, but she's seen sewing done before...] I don't have the ability to do that any more, though.

I've never sewn people. In Elpis, sewing fabric was common, however. I'm well aware of the concept. I'm not afraid. You need this. I can do it. [The bird is certainly resolute about it. She can feel his pain, and she wants to ease it. That alone would stiffen her spine.]

I'd wait until my retainer gets back with supplies, but I'm not sure you can wait. Deep breath, hold it, please, as I begin.

[For a novice, she's certainly got a confident demeanor and a surprisingly gentle touch. That and, as an empath, she's probably using her empathy to dull his pain a little. No, she didn't ask, but she can tell how bad off he is. She can't take it away entirely--not and do a good job. So Meteion isn't, and won't. But if he's angry about trying to ease it? She'll apologize later...]

Do you want me to try to find someone with healing magic to check if there's anything serious internally, once we're done? I could ask Emet-Selch, but I yield to what you feel up to.