[Helping is just something Willow does, it's part of being a Scooby, part of being a white hat. She blushes faintly at their effusive gratitude, well able to tell how much they meant it. She still doesn't think very positively of herself, so it's a lot for her to take, and it makes her flustered.]

No, um, well, I just-- I'm glad to help? I just sped up his healing, you guys did most of the work. And he's still going to be whatever he mentally was before he went to sleep, [she warns them.] Which I should do now, so...

[Willow's exhausted too, maybe even moreso than either of them, despite her words. She wants to get this part done before she feels any more like she's going to collapse. She reaches a hand out, raised and level without touching, and says in the same commanding voice as before,] Awake.

[It really will feel just like he'd been sleeping, except now he'll be waking up with only faint, aching pain.]