[The sensation is so not painful that it's shocking- she expects something strange, something unpleasant, but gets a wash of renewing energy that smooths away the bright, strident pain from the strange wound in her hand. Raphael almost doesn't know what to do with it; the addition of something in her world that isn't painful makes no sense to her. When she looks up, she feels more acutely some kind of loss. Her missing memories must have meant something.]
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You do not hurt.