It isn't at all what Angel thinks when the pain subsides so much and she can open her eyes and see for herself the work he's done. Yes, she's shaking, drenched in the cold sweat from the effort of not screaming in pain. But that wasn't anything she cares about.

What she cares about is how she reaches down and touches her own leg, feeling, not just seeing, how he has repaired the skin - to look up at him in complete amazement.

All the things she has ever seen, done, there was nothing like that.

"Wow," it's a soft utter. Blinking at him in a muted amazement that is more about her exhaustion that is less of a reaction.

But shaking her head to dismiss the rest of his concerns. "The rest, I can take care of, this is enough. Help me up?"

She definitely does not trust her own strength or ability to walk in a straight line, not right now.