"I don't know why not," Magnus sighs, huffily. "I was only a little delirious from blood loss."

It's easy, despite the weirdness of this little season, to call up the power he needs to heal Lancelot. He has a lot of gratitude right there hovering underneath the surface that's profoundly simple to tap into, plus he's flush with the concentration of growing vegetables for several days straight. He reaches with one glowing hand and starts to untie the bandage so he can see what he's working with.