Jischa frowned slightly. She'd not been jostled overly much since arriving in Syliras, but this woman had been knocked down twice, and recently. "You really should learn to elbow back, at least scratch them a bit," she teased lightly. "But here, lets see what can be done about this knee of yours." Surprisingly business-like now, she took Nehsmay's hand in her own, her free hand tucking her hair behind her ear, the intricate swirl of black ink and glowing blue that formed her Gnosis mark displayed prominently. "Stretch your leg out along the length of the couch," she instructed gently, already sending a small, tentative stream of her Healing magic coursing from her own hand through Nehsmay's. Only a small amount at first, because if Nehsmay's knee was broken or if any serious tendons were lacerated, her Healing magic wouldn't be of very much use to her knee, though any other aches or worries would certainly find themselves eased. "A tent?" she asked, smiling in her most reassuring manner at the Vanthan woman. "Please, after the day you've had I couldn't bear myself if I let you do that. Stay here tonight, I'll square it away at the desk for you, I insist." She squeezed Nehsmay's fingers lightly, the feeling of her magic soothing the aches and pains of another both familiar and comforting. |