Eleanor steps up to the bier and places her hands on the side, shutting her eyes. A faint glow begins to radiate out from the two figures, growing imperceptibly brighter with each passing second. As ten minutes creep by, the light grows blindingly brilliant until it's all but impossible to watch. As the spell concludes, the light seems to seep into every inch of the body, which knits itself together in an unsettling fashion until the man lies there completely unmarked. His eyes flutter open a split second before Eleanor calmly draws her arm back and hits him in the nose with all the force she can muster and a crackling sound. His head snaps back and blood starts pouring down his face while Eleanor, supremely unconcerned, shakes out her hand. The man feels gingerly at his nose, wincing.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, Cyril."