It really did look bad, and she frowned when she made sure he tilted his head back to stop the blood. Pulling out her wand she made sure to clean all the blood from his face first so she could see more clearly, then stopping the flow with a few spells.
You were not a bar-owner for nothing after all.
Running a diagnostic she'd learnt many years ago, she winced herself when she realised Seamus' nose was broken, though that too was something she could handle herself. When it was set in place and healed, she summoned an ice-pack from the kitchen, charmed it to feel soft, and handed to him.
'Hold this where it hurts the most, it will help the swelling,' she said softly. 'Oh I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have brought it into the pub.'