Her brow furrows, fleetingly bewildered - he's going to apply charisma to his arm? what? - but context gives her a clue and it clears, although slightly hesitantly, like she's not completely sure she understands. "That's magic, yes? That's good."

...but it's also something they can worry about shortly, so she disappears long enough to collect a (quickly cleaned, by the looks and the sound of distant running water) wooden spoon from her kitchen.

This achieved and set down on the edge of the vanity near him, she crouches down to pull her medical kit out from underneath the sink, and if this is the first time Lucius has ever witnessed someone snapping on a pair of rubber gloves, it's quite an experience. "I'm going to take your bandages off and clean the wound first," she says, conversational and calm- she's used to talking patients through what she's doing and even standing in her bathroom with someone she barely knows, she seems perfectly at home, even professional. "This is going to be uncomfortable."