Aharon was cleary stressed from all the old memories resurfacing. Luckily, at this point, he was getting a break, and a slightly more experienced magician was going to be helping in Aharon's place for a short while. As soon as he got back, he composed himself, and began to heal the wounds of the remaining former slaves, with each sight of the wounds bringing up painful memories that he tried to push away. He did his best to look happy while healing the wounds of the last few, although it was clear that something wasn't right about him, at least if you saw him from the front. He was also feeling slightly nervous, as while Takhat was being her usual self and Abasi was around, he couldn't afford to mess up and look like an idiot or anything. Oh that and his previous feelings for Takhat were still there, deep, deep, down.