[ death by airborne toxin tends to leave most of the non-magical corpses relatively intact, compared to other possible methods. predation, for one; injury from an attack in a struggle due to overlapping territory another.
still, not every one of the creatures felled by an unfortunate choice in temporary home is quite so unmarred. to that end, as robin walks the forest and collects mana stones and tends to corpses both, sometimes he'll just... pause. kneel down, nearby one of the more unfortunate seeming carcasses.
let feed a small trickle of his power into the deceased forms, even as he minds the wards maintaining both warm and clean air carefully. the method is not quite the same as he knew from his home, several missing intermediaries rendering an exact replication impossible, but he understands all the mechanisms involved, the anatomy and systems that must be preserved and how they do and don't fit together. it should not be difficult to recreate them via a magic that is, in some ways, more freeform than the systems in place whence he came.
so bones and flesh, even in varying states of decay, knit themselves back together. in one aspect, it's healing, because he's certain it will be a valuable skill to have in reserve should they be called out to deal with anything untoward. he knows life and death well, after all, and he's mentioned as such before, that he can be a capable healer if one is willing to accept the cold mercies of the north, the healing that isn't so much a surplus of life as it is a lack of death.
in another, it's ... well. you cannot properly heal the dead, cannot bring them back to life, but you can certainly do something else with them. a small wolf, whatever it is he's knelt over, eventually shambles slowly to its feet, tongue lolling out in breathless pants as robin checks over the integrity of its limbs. its eyes glow a color somewhere between ocher and red as it paces in circles for him to test the soundness of its reconstruction.
most likely, it will be in the middle of these kinds of experiments and exercises that jing yuan will come across robin in the forest of dreams, where surely nothing involving dreams or memories will happen. ]
JING YUAN
still, not every one of the creatures felled by an unfortunate choice in temporary home is quite so unmarred. to that end, as robin walks the forest and collects mana stones and tends to corpses both, sometimes he'll just... pause. kneel down, nearby one of the more unfortunate seeming carcasses.
let feed a small trickle of his power into the deceased forms, even as he minds the wards maintaining both warm and clean air carefully. the method is not quite the same as he knew from his home, several missing intermediaries rendering an exact replication impossible, but he understands all the mechanisms involved, the anatomy and systems that must be preserved and how they do and don't fit together. it should not be difficult to recreate them via a magic that is, in some ways, more freeform than the systems in place whence he came.
so bones and flesh, even in varying states of decay, knit themselves back together. in one aspect, it's healing, because he's certain it will be a valuable skill to have in reserve should they be called out to deal with anything untoward. he knows life and death well, after all, and he's mentioned as such before, that he can be a capable healer if one is willing to accept the cold mercies of the north, the healing that isn't so much a surplus of life as it is a lack of death.
in another, it's ... well. you cannot properly heal the dead, cannot bring them back to life, but you can certainly do something else with them. a small wolf, whatever it is he's knelt over, eventually shambles slowly to its feet, tongue lolling out in breathless pants as robin checks over the integrity of its limbs. its eyes glow a color somewhere between ocher and red as it paces in circles for him to test the soundness of its reconstruction.
most likely, it will be in the middle of these kinds of experiments and exercises that jing yuan will come across robin in the forest of dreams, where surely nothing involving dreams or memories will happen. ]