The door opens with magic, and Nate follows her inside, doing his best not to bleed on her floor. Most of the blood is starting to dry and he doesn't think it will be a problem, but Lila is a vengeful enemy so it's better to stay on her good side.

He sinks into the couch and breathes out heavily, leaning back. She pulls a knife out and for a moment Nate tenses, though why it even occurs to him that she might want to hurt him, he doesn't know. He's about to tell her he's seen weird and whatever she has planned probably won't measure up, but then she's slicing into her arm and he makes a noise of protest, leaning forward to shake his head.

"Hey, woah, no," he argues, looking for something to tie the cut off with. There's nothing lying around so his next thought is to rip his shirt and tie the material around her arm, but before he can she coats her fingers in blood and presses them against his hand. He's seen Lila do magic before but not like this. He resists the urge to flinch at the first press of her fingers, but then he can feel it, feel the bones resetting and mending.

It doesn't hurt but it feels absolutely cringe-worthy and Nate makes a face as he watches his hand heal, but it's still better than going to hospital. "That's a handy skill," he tells her, talking to keep his mind off what she's doing more than anything else.