"Mm..." He looks it over for a moment, "That's pretty easy."

He does much the same thing he did before, tracing his fingers in a spontaneous pattern over her skin. It will feel strange, the blood rushing up and clearing things out; getting rid of the bad blood. It's a strange cold, a little like the feeling of blood rushing back into a numbed limb.

But when he's finished, it looks better already. He leans his head forward, oddly, as if he was perhaps going to press his lips to her skin--but he must have changed his mind, because he lets go of her arm and looks back at her patiently, just the same as last time.

"Bruises are the easiest. There's nothing to stitch up, really."