A shock of surprise runs through him, the feeling of infection lifting from his borrowed body. Bright blue eyes blink in confusion, then relief when the baby's remaining injuries are also patched up. Gloved fingers run through the hair just barely peeking out of the soft scalp, smiling down at the bundle he'd become so fond of.

"...thanks." He whispers, closing his eyes with a sigh. The halo, at least, strengthens its glow for now, the energy being restored into their body. With so much desolation, death and pain around them, it still drains on his spiritual energy... this needed to be fixed, if he was ever going to rest peacefully.

"He'll need a new place to grow up, when we finish this war. I just... don't know where yet."