"Oh, yes, of course," he responded, trying his best to ignore her odd attitude. She was overly giggly, just like before, when the ice trap had syphoned all of her energy.<span style="font-style: italic">Maybe she had to use some kind of spell again,</span>he pondered, hoping it was a beneficial one and that she hadn't gone back on her word to not harm the thief. "I'm not sure of you've ever been healed by a spell before, but this might feel a little unusual if not," he warned the girl, removing his gauntlets and bringing his hands over the wound.<br/><br/>He took a moment to study the cut before beginning his spell; indeed, it already looked significantly healthier than before. It was still an open wound, but it looked almost uninfected now. As far as he could tell, whatever she did worked to great effect. With a shrug, he started channeling the energy through to his palm. A soft, green, almost phosphorescent glow emanated from it, and the healing went to work immediately, moving muscle and tissue and pulling them back together. It didn't take long, maybe 5 minutes, before the wound was fully recovered, hardly a trace of it left at all. Caedrin wiped his brow and sat back against the raised edge of the cart, taking a breather. It wasn't exceptionally difficult work, but it still took concentration and energy. "You should be all better now. It might feel a little stiff, but that'll go away before too long, just try and stretch it out if you can."