She waits patiently until she can finally see the wound. The cut is wide and deep enough that stitches will be necessary but it is far from the worst injury she has seen after a fight with vampires. For a moment, she remembers Dog lying on the ground, his stomach cut open, crying out for a merciful death - which she'd given him with her own hand. She shudders, before pushing those thoughts away. She had to focus on the present, not the past.

She places her hand over the wound, not quite touching it, and sends out calming energy to the wounded flesh to ease Faolan's pain. She does not sense any infection yet, which is good.

"I will need to stitch the wound closed," she tells him. "Then I'll do what I can to speed along the healing process but this is deep enough that it will take time."