Gone? He craned his neck almost comically to try and see, giving himself a triple chin in the process, but could see no evidence that the skin had ever been torn. He snorted and straightened, lifting his gaze to meander up the lofty slope of the mountain almost suspiciously. He'd never believed in magic before, but the possibility of it now seemed a little bit too real. After all, no wound could heal so quickly, and leave no trace- but when he searched quickly for the bullet wound in his side, he found no scar there, either. He frowned in contemplation, and looked toward the mountain's peak again, unnerved. It was definitely higher than he remembered.

He pondered, for a moment, and then his brows lifted. "You think it can make me taller, too?" He asked. "Honestly, look at it-" He said, jabbing a paw toward the slope that led up, up, up into the grey havens above. "Lookit how much taller that looks. If the mountain has enough magic to make itself that obscenely tall, it can do the same for me- just a hair, or, like, two," He keened. He dropped the accusatory paw, and looked back to Morwenna, a light smile dissipating his mock seriousness and turning it into sincerity. "Looks like the magic mountain has been nice to you, at least," He said.