Clark nodded and closed his eyes as he walked out into the light... and watching it was almost like a miracle. The sunlight kissed his skin, finding the places where he'd been wounded, where he'd healed poorly, and it almost looked as if the sunlight pooled there as the scars disappeared. He let the towel slip away into one hand, the sun having smoothed the lines of raised flesh there already. Now the sun found his hips as he turned, sunlight flowing over and around him, across his shoulders to wash away the dark shining lines of old wounds. By the time he'd finished a slow turn, his skin was once more flawless and everything looked... better.

His skin once more held a faint golden glow as if he was lit from within, his hair no longer scraggly and limp but dark and full. He spread his arms and lifted up on his toes, then just a little higher, before breathing out slowly and reaching over to start slipping the towel back on.

He breathed in deep, filling up his chest for a moment before exhaling out into the sky and turning to Bruce.

"Better?"

He certainly felt better.