Miles squints at her, attempting to focus on this thread of conversation instead of the nausea that's starting to rise out of the acute pain. Oh, God, please don't let him vomit undignifiedly in view of Seeker Pentaghast.

"Right." He blinks owlishly at her. "What a fantastically vague answer."

Sorry, Lavellan, that doesn't clear much up. Miles almost reaches to scratch his head, but remembers to clutch his broken arm just in time.

"So this healing magic...it repairs tissue damage?" he suggests, lips twisting in thought. Another mystery to puzzle out at least gives him something to think about. "On a cellular level, I'm guessing? Er -- you know, accelerate the natural healing process?"