Locke hadn't been exposed to magic for nearly as long. Hadn't ever gotten used to it, not really. But there was no denying it was nice to have in situations like these. Without cure magic at their disposal back then, they would have had a lot more trouble. But this wasn't the first time he'd had to be stitched up, and though in the cold everything seemed to feel a little sharper than usual, she had already managed the worst of it. When Celes would pause to still her hands, Locke would catch his breath, leaving his hand on her knee as instructed to let her know when he was good to go on.