Molly leaned in closer to look. And saw nothing. Which, she suddenly realized, was the whole point. The girl said she healed on her own. That suggested she had gotten injured, but there was no need for medical attention. She healed and there was nothing left to address.
"Oh!" The red-haired witch smiled. "That's good." Then she frowned in confusion. "Sorry, what's a tribrid?"
So far in her time here at Crown Plaza, Molly was quickly learning that there was a lot of different potential causes for similarly being able to heal near instantaneously from injury. It didn't always mean it was due to magic. Or if it was, even that the magic user was a witch or wizard, in the traditional sense that she was used to.