"I'd take good care of your soul, you know," Michael replies idly. "Not that I want it anyway, I don't have much use for souls these days. You're just harder to keep tabs on, I might steal your eyes - "

And, as if he was deliberately talking to distract her from what he was about to do, that's when he shoves that arm bone back into place. He could easily melt the skin back together, but that's not healthy; he'll settle for killing any bacteria that's gotten all up in those wounds. Disinfection - a micro form of violence!

If she weren't all burned, he might pick her up. Instead, he just opens a portal beneath them. If Tyzias is at all conscious anymore, this is going to be an extremely disorienting trip featuring a lot of weightlessness and rushing blue light. To the medics!