Chimera Fields a body moving through space

The thing was that the male had looked alright, and Yosemite still couldn't see what was wrong with him. But he could see what his answer was supposed to be, so he responded with a small, slightly petulant, "I guess not."

But the male seemed to pull himself back together soon enough, and announced that it could've been worse — which was, frankly, a little horrifying. Just before he'd worked up the nerve to ask what exactly had happened, his question was answered — and Yosemite was even more horrified. "My uncle Enoch broke his leg," he blurted, and then caught himself before he told the rest of his story: the pain was so great he never recovered, and Yosemite's father was forced to kill him to end his suffering.

So Yosemite was duly impressed; his savior was hobbled, but also aparently the toughest bastard he'd ever met. Probably in existence.

"Is there anything I can do?" he asked, eager to ingratiate himself and to repay the debt he'd just taken on. "I know some plants that might help — not forever, but for a few hours, at least."