Emma managed a grin, hoping against hope that Ruby and Jefferson were right about her, that there was something strong enough inside that could help this. "Well, if that were the case, tall, blond and built there wouldn't have turned away." Sighing slightly, Emma tried to focus on nothing but the wound and how it needed fixing. "I'm just... Just bear with me, yeah? I'm gonna try something."
White magic was meant to be good magic, it was meant to be more powerful and love was supposed to beat everything. Emma was the product of True Love and everyone was quick to tell her how special that made her. Special enough to break a Dark curse, special enough to keep her heart in her chest when the literal Queen of Hearts tried to take it.
It had to mean, logically, that she could do this. She just had to believe. Letting her focus shift to her hand, pushing what she could of her magic, Emma set her mind to Lisa's wound, imagining it healing and thinking on all those good feelings that came with her memories of home. Henry, unsurprisingly, was a main focus of those. Although Mary Margaret cropped up more than once, and surprisingly even a moment to two here with Jefferson gave a little nudge of power to her.
Her palm tingled, an almost imperceptible light coming from her skin as she held it over Lisa's leg and urged the wound to heal, the muscles to fix and the skin to return to it's unblemished state. When she finally took a breath, Emma grinned to see that other than a small almost not there line, the wound was almost completely gone.
"Oh, score one for the saviour." She muttered almost to herself, feeling a giddy rise in her chest at the accomplishment. "Well that's one hurdle out of the way."