Even though Archer was a little roughed up, there was no way he could miss Mark's change. First it was the revelation of his masochistic side, and now Mark suddenly became strangely quiet after a few shudders. He wasn't quiet sure what to attribute Mark's mood swings to, but his physical condition was a more pressing issue.

"Alright," he replied. "I'll take care of it in the morning. Don't worry about it." He moved towards his teammates, taking in Mark's condition. "Hold on Leon. Let me take a look at Mark first."

In the middle of his stride, something pulsed inside of Archer. "What the..." A familiar feeling was spreading throughout him; its warmth encompassed him. "This is..." Avalon. One the world's greatest Noble Phantasms, but what was it doing inside of him? Archer had thought the Institute had taken everything away from him. If they had enough power to cut off his connection to Gaia and limit his power then surely they knew about Avalon. How could they possibly miss this?

Looking at Mark's heavily injured body, now wasn't the time for theories. His teammate needed treatment badly; it looked like he could make it to the clinic, albeit painfully, however, why bother when there was an alternative right here.

He glanced at the palm of his hand, faintly seeing the familiar, golden sparks of mana. "Mark, you look pretty banged up. I've got a healing technique that I'd like to use. Is that okay with you?"