Seth studied the bird. It was blue, so, by Seth's logic, it must have been a bluebird.
“Seth, that bird had a broken wing. When you touched it, the wing straightened out and healed up. I watched it happen.” “So?” “So that's...weird. Really weird, Seth. Nobody can do that.” “I can!” Seth said.
It's not normal to heal things with your touch.” “Jesus could do it,” Seth said. “And look what happened to him.”
“You're a smuggler,” Jenny said. “Nope. I have friends who are smugglers. The only thing I'm smuggling is you.”