Though Willow stifles the giggle, Ran's eyes flick up just in time to catch the microexpression. Ducking her head a little with a self-depricating smile, she offers, "Sorry -- I'm still not used to seeing magic. We don't have anything like it at home. We use medicines and bandages -- things we can make."

She does her best to relax, trying to shift so that Willow has better access, wincing sharply as she catches a muscle in her wounded leg with the movement. "Is that okay? I don't really know about the blood . . . Definitely some, but it's somewhere between a wound and a burn; it was a laser."