Jewllian could only watch her for a moment, even as she walked into his apartment. His eyes were wide, the surprise that had made him forget languages still etched across his face. "Non," Jewllian said sharply as he closed the door. He followed her only part of the way into the dining room. He was stopped in his tracks by her request. Healing. Instinctively, his hands went to his pockets to find them empty. He was quick to trace his footsteps back to the living room, his wand laying carelessly on the book he'd been reading.
"I'm not entirely skilled in this." Jewllian said softly as he made his way into the dining room. A bit of a warning. He pulled a chair closer to her before coaxing her injured wrist from her. His hands gently moved along the length of her wrist, feeling for any breaks or bumps as best he could through the swelling -- mostly just watching her expression.