"Good. I can feel it..." He closed his eyes and let Flick's strength wash over him, the gash itself tingling with warmth. The anger and pain fade under the attention and his own focus, back to a dull roar in his mind. "You know what you're doing, Flick. Picture it healed and it'll happen." He tries not to draw too much on the energy so Flick can channel it better himself and not be exhausted when this is over. He trusts his friend.

The wound is closing slowly, knitting together from the edges and Pell grits his teeth -- it is strange, he knows what Will meant now by an intrusion. Someone else is manipulating his body and even though it's for good there's a tiny instinct that wants to fight against that. He stamps it down. "You've got it."