Seeing that the coast was relatively clear, Michael hopped down from his vantage point and rushed over to Iria, Nicholas, Sebastian, and Alicia. "You guys don't look well. Need any assistance?" He looks at Sebastian's handywork with the shadow stuff and shudders. "I hope that stuff doesn't scar, might make the rainbows a bit off." After quickly assessing, Michael shoulders his bow (disappears), and kneels down next to Iria. To Sebastian, "While I work, I need you to slowly remove that stuff," motioning to the shadows, "and not too much before. She's lost enough blood. I can't replace that stuff, just the tissue damage."

Michael then leans over to Iria's head. In a soft, warm voice, "Iria, I know you can hear me. I am a friend, so please don't go all nuclear on me, babe." That being said, his long, dextrous fingers begin to slowly and gently pull at the ribbons of flesh that the bear's claws created, tugging them into position as the shadows begin to recede from the tract of the wounds. As the shadows pull away, Michael half-closes his eyes, concentrating on the flow of energies created by all living things. In his head, he sees varying degrees of golden light infusing everything around the wounds. These degrees of light show him what's damaged and what's not.

Iria's claw wound begins to mend as a soft golden glow pulses from his hands as they work their way around the damaged areas. Slowly but surely, bit by bit, her flesh knits back together, leaving behind baby soft new skin. Throughout the process, beads of sweat form on his brow while he concentrates. After the process is finished, Michael smiles to himself and opens his eyes. With a nod, he wipes his forehead from the sweat and says, "There, done." He looks up at Sebastian and Alicia, "Get her back to camp and put her in the hospital. The third bunk from the end on the left should be open." 

Not waiting for the two to answer, Michael then shifts on his knees around to where Nicholas is. He vaguely recalls that Alicia said something about broken ribs. He nods to himself as he looks over the crushed area of Nicholas' trunk. "LEO! Get over here," he doesn't look up as his deft fingers remove Nicholas' shirt up to the neck and he begins again to half-close his eyes and concentrate. A slightly brighter golden glow permeates his hands as Michael begins to work on the broken ribs. As the bones begin to knit and reform back together, there is an itching, crawling sensation [u]inside[/u] Nicholas' chest. Kinda like pins and needles mixed with ants crawling around. More beads of sweat form on Michael's brow, which is furrowed in further concentration. During the next minute or two, the ribs regrow back together.

Once his work is complete, sweat running down his face in sheets, Michael finally opens his eyes. He brushes his hands off on his knees and then pulls Nicholas' shirt back down. He closes his eyes and shakes his head from the exhaustion that's creeping up on him. He then opens his eyes, "We gotta get going." He shakily gets up and offers his hand to Nicholas. Once they're both on their feet, Michael will look at Nicholas and Leo, "Let's move."