"I meant it," Goliath went on, still focused on Elisa as Faiza worked her magic on his hand. He exhaled in a near-laugh. "But I am not showing it well."

He gazed in dazed wonder at his restored hand, frowning at the scar that encircled his wrist. Would stone sleep take care of that?

He frowned briefly as Morgan began his work, mulling over his words. "You have met my kind before - ?" before the magic took effect, restoring much of Goliath's sense of wellbeing, if not removing the shock from his system.

He didn't have time to thank them. With one last glance at his scarred wrist, the gargoyle turned suddenly to stone, though the sun was still set in the City.