[She subtly peers in first to see if he's asleep, entering only once he really seems to be and quietly taking a chair next to the bed, as to not disrupt. A still moment to look over all the bandages wrapped around him before she reaches over to his closest wrist, finding the barrier still very much in place but it doesn't matter anyways; her fingertips light up with warm glow, settling and soothing, that starts to repair and neatly remove scarring, that seems to resonate with the very faint song she's begun to hum]
[Just finishing what she started, or professional checkup really, and since she'd rather not be subjected to whatever terrible mood he's probably in considering everything-- she might end up hurling a few more "idiot"s at him if he's conscious too-- best to get done quickly]