[ her eyes flicker to the pistol . . . and inej remembers that percy now has a pet owl, and no guns. curious . . . they got lucky. ]

Sort of.

[ well, definitely. but: ]

I can heal people, now. I think someone in the tavern referred to me as a cleric, but I have none of my knives, and I woke up with a mace.

[ inej shrugs her thin shoulders. ]

I almost wish I had what I had, but I imagine it will wear off, the moment we leave this place.