There was a question he wanted to ask, but he couldn't bring his thoughts together. Dross, he said, and the spirit filled in the blanks. [I know,] Dross answered, his voice uncharacteristically grave. [Yes, this is exactly what the Life Well was meant for. It would heal her. It could even take that blood spirit of hers up a notch.] How much would she have needed? Lindon asked. It didn't matter. He hadn't saved any. But he wanted to know. [One spoonful.]
