"Metaphysical equivalent of washing your hands; Florida water's good stuff and it'll clean off whatever you've picked up walking through the city." Njoki rolls up her sleeves, sprinkles some over the horse, but avoids the stablemaster in case he's one of the vampires that doesn't react well to 'blessed' objects.

Kneeling by the injured leg, Njoki runs her hands over the skin and metal a few times before turning to Martha to speak, "Basically all you need to do is sit back and watch. If you're going to be ill, step outside, okay?"

With that out of the way, Ki rubs her hands together a few times and peels the skin back off the leg without any tearing or resistance, muscle groups go curling up and away next. There's a bit of blood, but not as much as one would expect.