Every two days. It's better than he's got, but it's not perfect. It is fascinating though, and he's listening intently. It's pretty much as he thought; upsides and downsides.

"So, yours is more like a spell. An illusion?" And speaking of, his eyes go wide to see that white light and the way his bones mends together. He reaches out, hesitant as though afraid he might undo it somehow. But it holds and wonder lights his face.

He looks back up to Ekkehardt. "That sounds..." He feels breathless. "...really good. Wonderful actually. Will it last?" He honestly wouldn't be too put out even if it doesn't.