"Ah. I can tell it would be useful then." To have someone not screaming or crying out as you fixed them. Something more useful than alcohol and she shifted so her knees bumped his. Something steadying for them both.

Lia glances up at the question, smiles a bit even if it is in a distracted kind of way. "Once I was fighting a duel and my opponent was losing. The bullet fortunately just went through the outside of my arm." But it had hurt and it had made her angry. "Another time I was on a mission."

There's not time to go into detail and she thinks a simple answer is easy enough before she bows her head over him. Her left hand grips his hand, offered to squeeze if the pain or the urge to move gets too bad.

"It is better to trust in the Lord than to put confidence in man. It is better to trust in the Lord than to put confidence in princes." Her murmur is quiet, like a mother soothing a child. The words are still moving over her flesh like a living thing, are racing up and down his arm, leaving patches of a tingling sensation as they heal flesh bruised by the accident.

The bone is taking longer and Lia presses closer, the words more fervent, her eyes staring past Howard's arm. "All nations surrounded me, but in the name of the Lord I will destroy them." And with that the glow of the words brightens, and Lia flinches, hisses as they actually do burn her skin briefly, but she thinks the work is nearly done.

"Can you squeeze my hand, monsieur?"