He doesn't miss the shift in her face, the way that she looks at the fading glow and newly repaired flesh of her shoulder with untold feelings that seem a little too big and a little too complex for a girl's features.

The same could be said of a gunshot wound. The same could be said for a lot of what Clementine's divulged of her situation.

"Doing all right?" he checks, returning his hands to his sides after the last of the healing is completed. Though the healing spells he's concocted aren't meant to cause pain, he'd like to know if she's at all overwhelmed. It seems safe to guess this might be her first brush with a mage--or perhaps even this brand of magic on a broader scale.