Eleven looses a relieved breath. The Kenoma aren't so far gone that they couldn't be brought back to themselves. Thank the Goddess. There's more to her response than he fully grasps, but he'd learned what he needed to know.

"That's wonderful," he says, feeling hope warm his chest. "I'd worried. There were one or two I thought of as friends. I know the corruption wasn't their fault, and I was too powerless to save them then.."