"Built-in cure spell," Reno mused. "Handy stuff."

He drummed his fingers against his knee once, which meant, naturally, that Mako was going to come running. Game!

"Theory's better'n nothin', I guess." He tilted his head, idly wrestling at the ferret with one hand. "You makin' any progress with the rest of it? The spear and runnin' and stuff?"