Kharag continued his work on James's arm and the bleeding stopped, though the flow had become weak anyway. The bones reset, and the flesh began to fill in between them. When Kharag eventually stopped though, looking weary, there was still a long. deep gash on either side of the arm. It was no longer life threatening or even crippling, since he had been sure to show preference for the tendons, but they were ugly wounds nonetheless.
"That's all I've got for now." Kharag grunted, getting unsteadily to his feet. "He'll live, anyway."