"Normally, in good health? Perhaps a few hours. A healer can cut that time down even further." Careful now, you shouldn't share too much. his thoughts warned, Atreus practically able to hear the disapproving tone of other Sidhe. But the information was fairly generic, he felt. It wasn't as if he spoke of just what a healer did or detailed the various spells and plants that could aid a fae's healing.
As the were worked on his back Atreus let his gaze drift over the apartment, taking in a better look since really, there wasn't much else for him to do aside from talk at the moment. "Yes, precisely. If the other had lived too much longer I would be in far worse shape." There is much that can be done short of death to someone that can heal virtually anything, he added in his head. "The fae we left behind was my friend. The blade through his heart was meant for me." he replied, deeming 'friend' a safer term to use than 'guard'. Guard tended to imply there was a reason Atreus needed protecting or extra muscle. It wasn't a lie, it just wasn't completely accurate. Speaking of the fallen fae also made him think of the two he had left behind that night. If too much time passed they would worry. He supposed he should find a mirror to contact the other guards and let them know what happened, but Atreus knew the moment he did that they would demand to come for him and make a fuss that he was essentially putting his safety in the hands of a stranger. Atreus wasn't quite ready to deal with all that. He felt safe for the moment and that was good enough for him.
"Are you used to tending to the wounded?" he asked, taking his turn at questioning. "You're quite calm and your touch is steady."