That had been... very strange. He was used to the proper sort of medical science, involving tubes and blades and sterilization and a lot of pain. This just felt gentle and slow, and he watched it carefully, but it really seemed to be helping. Letting an energy he didn't understand ease over his body made him tense and nervous, but Archer's intent did seem all right.

The pain receded less in his legs, but he'd already known he'd blown those out--apparently there were limits to what these sorts of abilities could do. Or maybe the artificial legbones made it harder; should he have said something? Surely the fact that he was running on crushed legs without any bones broken spoke for itself? Maybe they didn't have such things in Archer's world.

Archer wanted to know how they were feeling. Howl was sated, although the difficulties for the legs would keep him fed and keep them all slowed for a while despite the help. Lord Mark was resting, for now, with nothing to contribute but mild pleasure that it's over. "... it's better." How strange to be speaking like this. The Other stood up straighter, though his expression only changed slightly. "I'm able to walk. Are you?" Archer looked quite weak himself, now.