[ Dedue can't help but wince slightly as he feels his skin slowly mend back together, but he says nothing. Once the magic subsides, he glances down to examine his arm; all traces of the gruesome injury he had just sustained are gone, as if they hadn't even existed in the first place. He lifts his head towards Lana but doesn't look at her directly. ]

It no longer hurts. ...Thank you, Lana.

[ While his intonation doesn't change, he genuinely does mean it. He is grateful that she chose to heal him. ]

...There is no need for you to thank me. I simply did not want anyone to lose their life today. Such deaths...would cause unnecessary grief. [ Dedue doesn't think such motivations are him being kind, so he can't help but feel awkward at Lana's undue praise. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, he finally says: ] ...It is not safe to linger here. Are you able to carry on?