"He gave the empty flask to Arya, and as she took it, he grasped her hand, her right hand, and turned it toward the light. The skin was once more smooth and unblemished. No sign of her injury remained. "Blodhgarm healed you?" said Eragon. Arya nodded, and he released her. "Mostly. I have full use of my hand again." She demonstrated by opening and closing it several times. "But there is still a patch of skin by the base of my thumb where I have no feeling." She pointed with her left index finger. Eragon reached out and lightly touched the area. "Here?" "Here," she said, and moved his hand a bit to the right. "And Blodhgarm wasn't able to do anything about it?" She shook her head. "He tried a half-dozen spells, but the nerves refuse to rejoin." She made dismissive motion. "It's of no consequence. I can still wield a sword and I can still draw a bow. That is all that matters." Eragon hesitated, then said, "You know...how grateful I am for what you did--what you tried to do. I'm only sorry it left you with a permanent mark. If I could have prevented it somehow..." "Do not feel bad because of it. It's impossible to go through life unscathed. Nor should you want to. By the hurts we accumulate, we measure both our follies and our accomplishments." "Angela said something similar about enemies--that if you didn't make them, you were a coward or worse." Arya nodded. "There is some truth to that."