Linnea's countenance had Amelia raising an eyebrow. She had no idea that her friend had medical skills and could discern good stitches from bad. She wanted to say more, wanted to know why and how, but decided against it. Linnea wasn't going to tell her anything that the woman didn't want to say. Amelia would simply have to settle for what she got. After all, it wasn't any of Amelia's business now was it? Even if she sincerely doubted that the graceful Linnea would actually fall on a frame and cut herself.
The mild eyebrow raised higher at Strike's words. Though Amelia wasn't particularly surprised that Linnea was lying, she was surprised at what had actually happened. Flew across the room? With her head shaking Amelia leaned forward and rested her hand upon Linnea's wound. She closed her eyes and chanted a few words beneath her breath. The wound itself was mild and simply enough to heal. Within moments the wound healed and the stitches fell out into her hand. With a no nonsense release of breath Amelia set the stitches on the table and wiped her hands together as if to say job well done.
"Now, I'll excused the curt tone. Of course I would heal your wound. You know better than that. What I'm more curious about is how a frame came to be flying across the room into your face." She sat back, her legs crossed and rested a finger on her chin in thought. "Have you had a problem with ghosts before? Are any of the children talented in that manner? With moving things with their mind?" She moved her fingers back and forth to demonstrate. "Not that they'd attempt to hurt you but these things to do happen upon learning, yes?" She hoped her latter thought was the correct one because if it was as a ghost it wouldn't take a genius to take a couple leaps of logic to consider who it could have been.