Furnace looked at the cloacked creature. With the scarf gone his damaged face was visible, though Furnace hadn't though anything of it before, now that he saw people's reactions to him and the state he was in, it dawned on Furnace that this new friend could also be unable to heal by himself. Maybe his appearance wasn't by his own choice. The girl called it beautiful. He agreed, the man was unique. But Furnace wanted to give him that choice. He walked over to Vis.
Vis sat there and Furnace waited patiently until he made eye contact.

He cupped his hands together and breathed slowly. With every breath some white golden light escaped between his fingers.
Bright white jolts of energy jumped between his hands from the tips of his fingers while he moved his hands further apart.

"I can repair you."

With his hands crackling with white golden energy he gestured slightly at his feet. Along the ankles and up his legs show the remains of many scars made by shackles a long, long time ago, almost completely faded.

"It takes time. But scars fade."