An 'oh' and a glassy look isn't the most promising but he holds his breath. She's smart. Crazy smart. Far more than he'll ever be already. And more to the point, he trust she'll tell him if the answer is that he's out of luck.

Though he does blink a little at the answer he does get back.

"Uh." He winces. "Not... well. Probably worse than someone living. It's been a long time since my bones healed on their own." Not since he was freshly dead and that didn't last long. "I go to a friend who knows how to heal old bones. He uses magic but certain things like... if there's missing pieces or this bum leg of mine where the bone pops out, he can't fix that. But, you know if there's something I need to do I wouldn't write it off."