Mara was briefly alarmed at the arrival of the redhead who was.... bouncing. She was literally bouncing. It was disconcerting. however she sensed no ill will from Willow so relaxed and let her work her magic. She was right, it did tickle. There was a moment, a brief one, where she suspected that the Witch could sense the illness that had been plaguing her for a while now. She met her eyes and sent the silent communication that this was neither the time nor the place for that conversation. Thankfully she seemed to understand.
It didn't take long for the pain of the injuries to subside and Mara felt her strength return. She glanced at her husband with a pout.
"I am fine," she tried to glower, even as the smirk edged in to her expression. As much as she usually hated any sign of concern, a small part of her appreciated a small amount of it from him.
"Thank you Willow," she said after a moment. "And it's a pleasure to meet you as well. If there's anything I can do to repay you, please let me know."