Peter nodded, listening to her words but focusing on his patient. He set Cordelia down on a sofa and folded her hands on her chest, smoothing back her hair. Then he pressed one hand atop of hers, shutting his eyes and letting some of his healing power flow into her.
Not much. He didn't know how her non-human side would react. But it was enough to clear up the cuts from the glass.
"Do you know where Angel is?" he asked, pushing aside her worries before they could get into his own mind. He didn't know the full story. He had to remind himself of that.