She closed her eyes as he put her down, rolling halfway onto her uninjured side so that the cut would be easier to access. She was unconcerned at the armor and layers he'd magicked away. At the growl, she rolled her head back, looking up at him.
"Oh, is that it? I thought it tickled a bit more than usual." She smiled weakly, then closed her eyes again to focus on the wound. She was humming softly in the back of her throat, the notes that worked her magic. Jareth would find the magic more complicated than he remembered it, corrupted by years of death.