Obviously this injury was bad, this much he knew. But it wasn't infected? That was actually a relief. She wanted to heal his arm, to which he nodded in acceptance. She got to work by...singing? Her voice rang out and embalmed the Kokiri in a warm glow. He witnessed with some form of awe the healing process at work, mouth agape and eyes widened like a child who remembered the days of innocence. The flesh was mending, and the burns were disappearing from his body. He was amazed that a voice such as hers had the potential to heal such a grievous wound such as this...but the burns disappearing left him a little weary. He learned to live with them on his arm for a long time, and seeing them disappear just like that felt...strange. Still, he smiled at the sight of the magic working its wonders. Was he actually happy? Was it the numbing feeling of the magic making him feel all warm and fuzzy inside? Even still, the legitimate smile on his face was something that no one had seen in the past thirty years. Thirty years of descending deeper into darkness all seemed to melt away, but still existed within him whenever it needed to come out. He was just awestruck by the whole process and couldn't help but smile. Directing it now toward his benefactor, he added, "Thank you so much for your help." Ari turned her attention toward her and said, "That was amazing! Truly, this kind of healing magic is incredible!" Turning back to her partner, she asked, "How are you feeling now, Nico?" "I feel good, surprisingly," he claimed. This feeling of being comfortable in his own skin was highly foreign to him now. Although the concept existed, the feeling was almost nonexistent up until just now. "Seeing it feels a little strange, though." "The reversal of an opened wound is strange?" "No. The burns are disappearing." He was frowning now, more sad than anything. Ari fell silent, stuttering out a short but quiet "Oh..." She knew what was up. He turned toward this healer. "Don't get me wrong, I'm eternally grateful for your help. It's just..." Slowly but surely he adjusted his shoulders to make the jacket fall off of him, revealing the old burns on his right arm as well. Wearing a short-sleeved shirt underneath the hooded jacket really helped with maneuvering and finessing his arms around. "They serve as a reminder for what was lost. Time, a home, friends, family, all of it." He turned his gaze toward the horizon for a moment. "Maybe it's inappropriate to say they made me stronger. Maybe I used them to convince myself I was weak and needed more strength. I'm not so sure anymore." Now Ari was confused. "Nico, what are you saying?" "Maybe it's time I got rid of them. But not now," he mentioned, looking back at the cleric. His savior cleric looked to be exhausted, but for other reasons than having used magic. They both needed a long rest for their weary bones. With a smile, he added, "You seem a bit more labored now than you were before you helped me, so I won't ask you for anything else. Thank you all the same for all your help, miss." There would still be time to experience what the festival had to offer. For now, however, rest. Rest was the key to weariness, and Nico probably could have used a lot of it.