[Though his tension may not have been as obvious as one might expect, some of the lines on Anton's face smoothed. He hadn't truly been certain that Raine would understand; she had simply been his best bet. That she did, that she knew foolishness wasn't condemnation, meant more than he knew how to express.]

He can't be healed. In the past he has simply replaced those bones that were damaged.

[Anton frowned.]

It's a course of action he should have considered himself, but the taint combined with a lack of graveyards may have driven the idea from his mind. And we cannot rely on his being able to take such measures now, so we will have to take it for him.

[For a few moments he stared at the wall, and then focussed his attention on Raine.]

You recognised Necromancy. Did you hear that from Skulduggery, or from Solomon Wreath?