It was quite clear from the difficultly that Torrential was having breathing and the pained expression on his face that he was not having a good day. Being hit by his own lightning strike had hurt like all hell; The fact that there had been a metal pole rammed through his lung at the time didn't exactly help matters and sure as hell didn't do him any favors. Still, despite the horrible condition he was in, his horn started to glow softly... somewhat weakly in fact. The pole that was still impaling him started to glow as well, slowly and with the odd pain filled jerk it started to be removed from his body. Still progress was slow... and a helping hoof wouldn't have been turned down in the slightest. 

Snow's blue dress seemed to lose its solid form, melting into a blue liquid again before sliding back towards its creator. It seemed to pool around the wound caused by the pole, draining into the hole left behind as space was freed up, reforming its into the bits and pieces that were missing and repairing the damage that the impalement had done. By the time the pole was removed completely, the damage it had done was merely superficial and being undone with each passing second. Torrential still looked like he had gotten the absolute shit kicked out of him and that he wouldn't be moving all that fast for a while, but he seemed more alive as he forced himself into a proper sitting position, allowing him to look around much easier then before. Turning to look at Snow again after doing a quick look around for threats, he offered her a small smile as he simply said "Thank you. As the old saying goes what doesn't kill you can certainly make you wish that it did. Are you and Dancer alright?"