Luka's face twists appropriately at the description. Slimey monster vomit. There were likely much worse descriptors that could have been applied, but none of them were particularly pleasant either way.

"Do you still... have it?" He asks, in spite of his better judgment. "I need my hands in full working order."

It was true. There were actual insurance policies taken out on his hands, but beyond that, having one injured was just really inconvenient. As Luka continues to weigh the pros and cons of touching the healing vomit, he suddenly rises from the bench.

"Wait." He says, an idea dawning on him. "Can this completely heal my face too? The broken nose?"