[Dark Pit just grits his teeth as Xion pops his shoulder back into place. It's hard to stop himself from screaming, but he manages to contain himself with just making growls of annoyance.]
[When it's finally done he moves his arm around to make sure it's connected right, and then concentrates for a moment, a golden glow shimmering over him for a brief second. It's not a complete healing. It's not even enough to take most of the pain away. But it's a start.]
[He spreads his wings and starts checking them for damage. ... Everything seems in order, minus a few clipped feathers. They're visibly shaking, though, so he folds them up again so the shaking is less visible.]
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[When it's finally done he moves his arm around to make sure it's connected right, and then concentrates for a moment, a golden glow shimmering over him for a brief second. It's not a complete healing. It's not even enough to take most of the pain away. But it's a start.]
[He spreads his wings and starts checking them for damage. ... Everything seems in order, minus a few clipped feathers. They're visibly shaking, though, so he folds them up again so the shaking is less visible.]