[It's a welcome sight, considering how displeased Meddy had seemed with her during their first interaction. Elizabeth lays her hands against the little robot and gives her efforts a touch of concentration. She can't quite divine what's going on inside, of course, but she can certainly feel the tingling warmth in her palms that always heralds her healing ability.]
A concentrated burst of whatever makes up the Storm then?
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A concentrated burst of whatever makes up the Storm then?