It's strange watching Magnus heal himself. Galahad has seen him heal twice already -- once his own scarred hand, and once Claudius' arm, after he was bitten -- and somehow neither of those healings are vivid in his memory. Now, light-headed from the vision, Galahad is still more present than ever before, and he watches the light emanate from Magnus' flesh in a way that feels like it should be stomach-churningly familiar. Would it have been like this if he had knelt with the Grail and poured its blood into the deep unsexing wound of the Fisher King? Would that light have sprung forth from them both?

Once the toe is obviously reattached he lets go of it and supports Magnus' whole foot with his hands, as if he were going to wash them for the Ordinance of Humility. As if he were the priest and Magnus the novitiate -- as if he were Christ, with his towel around his waist, and Magnus his beloved disciple.