Albus watches intently, one hand clasped with Gellert's on the wand, the other still pressing blood into Gellert's palm. He is ready to do more if the spell does not work -- but it does, and the cave seems freer as it vanishes, the air easier to breathe once it is vanquished.

When it's gone, he turns to Gellert right away, tugging him towards him so that he can lean against him while Albus looks him over. All the while, he mutters spells and lets the wand carry them out -- a charm for healing, a charm for vitality, a charm for stability.