[Her time with Isengrim has accustomed Sieglinde to canines. To wolves. When the skull-faced beast had shown up at her and Masamune's doorstep, she'd been petrified, raised from birth to fear the power of the werewolves who guarded her village.

But Isengrim's protection, and Brother's, have slowly acclimated her to animals in general. She spreads her fingers to allow the wolf to lick where he will, focusing on the wolf rather than Graham's face.]

There are limitations to what can be accomplished with the damage already done- I am not expecting miracles.

[In fact... she'd likely feel better if it wasn't perfect. If there was still pain, or difficulties... but she needed there to be at least some improvement.

But she couldn't say that, now, could she.]

I have had some help ascertaining that the bones are set as best as one can, if that assures.