Lila's concerned when Nate leans against the wall and closes his eyes, but then he speaks and it eases a little. She's almost positive he has a concussion, and she's pretty sure you're not suppose to fall asleep or pass out when you have one of those. She doesn't doubt she can bring him right back to consciousness with her magic, but still. A knock to the head is rough. "Good boy."

The elevator pings to her floor, and she helps Nate to her apartment, not bothering to dig around for the key. She opens her door with her magic and guides him over to the couch. "There you go," she says, plopping down next to him with a sigh. She shrugs her coat off and brings out a small knife from under her shirt sleeve. "This is probably going to be weird for you."

Lila hasn't done a whole ton of healing with her magic before, so she cuts her arm deeper than usual to bring up more blood. Gathering it on the pads of three of her fingers, she presses them Nate's broken hand. "As Hasari." Heal.

It's a slow process, and she keeps her fingers in place as the spell works on mending him.