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Unfortunately, the twisting back of his arm hurt Issac almost as much as it would anyone else. His automail went up to just before his elbow, to the strain on his elbow and shoulder was fully evident on his face, and he let out a sigh when she released him finally, then began rubbing his shoulder. "I'm sorry, but my father was a doctor, and I was supposed to be one, so helping people is just in my nature..." He says, shaking his head, wondering why she acted like that. Surely it wasn't her blindness alone, she was too nice to him before for that.

"I believe it would be good for the two of you to work together, Darna." Mustang says, rubbing his chin. "I know how curious you can be, and about your abilities. If you are so eager to learn about this boy's abilities when it comes to healing, then rationally if you are around him when he preforms then you can memorize it, and maybe recreate it?" He then paused and watched as a nurse walked by with a cart. On it were some clothes, a State Alchemist uniform, and two axes. "Ah, that's right, the Ash Alchemist is here as well..."

Once the cart was past Issac walks back over to his bed and sits on the edge. After taking a deep breath and closing his eyes for a moment, so the headache will pass, he yanks out the IV lines and bends his elbow up. "Actually, I'm suprised my ability is so rare. All I do is reconstruct flesh and blood from other martials and graft it with alchemy. You would think that those who have looked into the Gate would all have the same knowledge...after all, there's only one way to open it, right?"