"I don't think everyone can," Zan murmured, looking towards his grandmother. She had certainly never tried to heal him, not even when his arm was broken by mobsters back when he was thirteen for a momentary lack of judgement -- theft. "Otherwise there'd be a lot less sick and ill people in the world." He was beginning to be a bit wary of the ability, if he was honest. He'd experienced two types, one which was like a slow-acting paralysis and the other one which healed. Who knew how many other variations there were out there?
After peering searchingly at the man called Dan who seemed both surprisingly young and at ease with the situation, his brain almost seemed to short-circuit, rewinding back a few seconds. "Celebrations?" he asked rhetorically. "Cool!"
After peering searchingly at the man called Dan who seemed both surprisingly young and at ease with the situation, his brain almost seemed to short-circuit, rewinding back a few seconds. "Celebrations?" he asked rhetorically. "Cool!"