Just worry about the back. Thank you.

[He feels the pressure from her hands on his back. It hurts for a moment then suddenly...the pain starts to fade. At least physically, he feels better. Slowly, Connors manages to sit upright and look at the girl who managed to heal him.]

You don't need to worry about the arm. I wouldn't want you to exert your healing power on that, not when there might be others wounded here.

[Damn his nobility.]