Far be it from Angela to look at a half-dressed and recently injured man. She's got nothing to offer him though in this room full of her clothing and can only look away with pink in her cheeks as she drops a few more things into her bag.

"It's alright. If I can write them we'll never be that far apart after all."

... Should she be the one to explain why she needs to come? Or has he realized why? She chews at her lower lip a moment before she speaks again.

"I'm not sure if I should say this or he should. I can sort of ... um. Touch you."

Is that too blunt? She fiddles overly long with a skirt she's folding now.

"I just did it for healing, I promise! It was an accident at first but -- I think our magics works well together. At least I've never healed anyone half as well as I did you!"

Yes she's still proud of that, okay.