[ It takes quite a bit of effort to heal this one wound. Not that he can make an arm manifest, or that this is a poorly done job, but Emet-Selch tries to tailor the wound to look less crude and cause less pain. He works for a while in silence.

Once it's as good as it is going to get, then reaches to roll the sleeve back down. Emet-Selch sighs and rubs at his eyes. Healing magic for extended periods of time could certainly be exhausting.

He holds out a hand. ]

You've other wounds. Let me see them.

[ At least judging from the phrase 'everything's mostly healed'. It sounds like there is more than the obvious. ]

In the meantime, perhaps you could tell me what happened.