[It was almost a good thing she was already bleeding. Saved her the trouble of having to draw more blood, and possibly worry Artemis more.]
[She knelt down on the floor, pulling her stained hand from the wound. Red glistened off three fingers. A wince as the smell of copper hit her, which she proceeded to ignore in favor of drawing on the ground. Laeh em. A simple command.]
[He blood began to glow even before she'd finished the words. A gust of wind and smoke enveloped her, focusing on her arm. When it cleared, the cut was healed.]
That's bett--
[She moved to stand, but the vertigo took hold, and she nearly collapsed again.]