That wasn't the reaction Rashad expected. The creeping fear in the air is neither anticipated nor wanted, but it is not fear that creeps into and through Rashad. He is not healed yet, clearly, because what he feels is a flash of irritation all his own foisted on him by some useless, irrational autonomic reaction.

"They are not natural in me," he snaps. Why can Daniel not simply be happy that he is going to return to -- not the way he is meant to be, but something closer to it? "I should not have them. It was an error, one I thank you for rectifying."

He doesn't sound very thankful at the moment, though. He pouts glowers at the incorporeal being before him -- the one he might be thanking preemptively, if this is all the improvement he can expect in the minutes following the attempt.