It was a lot of healing in one day, and probably ill-advised, but as great as the enmity between himself and Quetzalcoatl had been, things were different now, and Tezcatlipoca didn't want the first Aztecs he'd spoken to in nearly four hundred years to up and die because they didn't have the sense to keep themselves safe.
"I am going to go home and sleep," he said, not quite standing yet. That could wait until his head stopped spinning. "I suggest you two do the same. And get some decent food in him, it's no wonder he's falling apart with how skinny he is."