[Quiet Man Cometh]

Dara's eyes bugged out as she watched Lev tear into the corpse. The scores of people hanging on crosses were just as disturbing, and for a moment she just stood with her jaw open, hardly able to think about gathering herself much less do so.

The pop of a separated limb stirs her back into some form of reality, and Lev's sudden health and speech provide at least a minor diversion from the corpses and the leg still in his hands.