Magnus slumps as the wound turns into a hairline flash of red, and then a scar, and then disappears, letting the summer fade from his foot. In its wake, there's a rush of cold and bone-deep exhaustion.

He only passes out for a second. Toes aren't hard -- he's healed much, much worse injuries before; TJ and Halfborn both needed greater effort on the quest to Naglfar and he was fine after them -- but perhaps it's reattaching a body part, and especially his own, that takes it out of him.

It's just a second, but it's still enough for a vision of his own: The Chase Space, bustling with kids. Alex and Samirah are in one corner; Hearthstone is there, too, Alex's arms are folded and his chin is jutting obstinantly; Sam looks -- resigned, maybe? -- and Hearth is signing something, but his back is to Magnus so he can't make out what. Alex shakes his head and lifts his hands, huffily--

But then Magnus comes back to himself. "Ow," he says, belatedly and a little blearily but otherwise fine, and gives his toe an experimental wiggle.