"She can," Jaina assured her wit a nod, her mind already calling out to the redhead who had helped her family numerous times in the past. Willow! I need your help! My Master... my Aunt... she's been hurt.
Now, it was just a matter of waiting.
Not for very long, it seemed, as the very woman she'd been contacting suddenly appeared a few feet away. Just far enough so as to avoid an accidental lightsaber to the gut, Jaina noticed and was vaguely impressed at the fact.
"Um, hi," Willow greeted Luke and Mara with a wiggle of her fingers before glancing to Jaina. "Hurt how? Because I gotta tell you, there are certain wounds that are a little trickier than others and-" she asked, then went still, green eyes going wide. Slowly she turned her attention back to the two she'd yet to meet and her jaw dropped ever so slightly.
"Y-You're Luke Skywalker!" she exclaimed, as though he weren't aware of his own identity. Her gaze slid to Mara. "And you're Mara Jade Skywalker and I so can't believe that I'm actually standing here, talking to you... in an alley, with a freaked out Jaina, and... oh Goddess, you're the one who needs help! Sorry!"
Already she was moving forward, her smile open and friendly and far less spazz-worthy than she'd just been acting. She could handle this. She could stay calm, and professional, and squee over helping Luke Skywalker and his wife later behind closed doors. "This might tickle a little," she warned Mara gently before reaching her hands out and allowing them to hover a few inches from the woman's midsection. Her eyes slid closed and she allowed her magic to flow outward, into Mara, letting it find the damage and repair it.
There was a moment where she took pause as... something else invaded her senses. Something that wasn't injury but illness, and unlike anything she'd encountered before. Her brow furrowed and she opened her eyes, about to explain that healing the illness would require some research, but as she met Mara's gaze she realized that wasn't what she was here to heal and that bringing it up wasn't going to help. So instead she re-closed her eyes and went back to her task, skipping over the illness and focusing solely on the injury.
A heartbeat or two later and, when she'd healed all she could possibly heal, Willow opened her eyes and let her arms fall back to her side. "There we go. And I don't know who it was that did that, but whoever they are? They're just about as slap-happy crazy as I've ever seen. And I've met Faith. I know crazy." Her lips curved upward again into a perky sort of smile as she added, "Oh! And I'm Willow. Willow Rosenberg. It's a big pleasure to meet you both." A brief nod to show she well and truly meant that, and the witch at long last fell silent.