( It would be unfair to look critically at a wound dressed by the wounded themselves. Especially when the wound is on one of his hands. When it's far more than some cut or slash. She thumbs over the fabric he's used, now soaked in blood, and then shifts slightly. )

One moment.

( The fountain is all she has to wash this, as best as she can. Once she's wrung out the blood and water, she's back, kneeling beside him, and this time working to wrap the hand with care. )

My normal abilities... Mm, you don't know what a vision is, do you? ( The gem in the center of her large bow of her outfit is duller than usual, not currently lit up. She doesn't feel the need to point it out, too busy with her hands, anyway. )

Rather than speaking too complicatedly, let's simply say that I could have healed your wounds with water alone.

( Once she's finished wrapping, she ties it off with a cute little bow. Not necessary, but who knows? It might make it the smallest fraction of a bit easier on him. )

I'd like to redress this more properly when I can find supplies...