[He blinks distractedly, flicking a glance to his arm -- both of which have healed without scarring.]

Yeah -- between you patchin' 'em up an' me gettin' healed up with some magic, they're good as new. [He tests them, tendons and muscle rippling under his skin as his hands curl into fists.] I was able to get right back into trainin', pretty much. [A weak chuckle escapes him.] ...Don' know what I'd do if I couldn't.