He'd known the sensation of mending a broken bone, as it'd been done to him on several occasions thus far. But it didn't prevent him from flinching at her cry of pain when he'd mended her ankle. "I do apologize," He said softly, casting her a reassuring smile as he put some gentle pressure on her ankle to test that it had healed properly. She should only be just slightly sore and perhaps a little bruised. "But I hope that helps. I'm certain you could have done a better job, but needs must." There were reasons that female healers wore robes as opposed to dresses like the ones debutantes wore to balls. Mobility in the line of work was key, and the same applied to Ministry workers.
Now that her ankle was seen to, Faustus looked to her knee where there was a rather nasty shard of glass embedded in it. This was the hard part. He could ask her permission to take it out and mend it, same as her hand or ankle. But its location added an extra layer of impropriety, one that he did not take lightly; nor was he comfortable with asking her. There was a possibility he could take the glass out and she could mend her own leg while he turned around. But they ran into the issue of mobility again and the fact that (despite her - well both of their - disheveled appearances) she was still in a ball gown.
There was nothing to it - "There's the matter of your leg, Miss Skovgaard," He started, still unsure of how to proceed. He cleared his throat and averted his eyes to save her from any embarrassment. "I - erm - it would be easier for you to walk if we healed it. Are you able to do so without any assistance?" Merlin help him. He did his best to not insert himself into any part of that sentence. But if she needed help, there was really only one answer as to who could do so.
Now that her ankle was seen to, Faustus looked to her knee where there was a rather nasty shard of glass embedded in it. This was the hard part. He could ask her permission to take it out and mend it, same as her hand or ankle. But its location added an extra layer of impropriety, one that he did not take lightly; nor was he comfortable with asking her. There was a possibility he could take the glass out and she could mend her own leg while he turned around. But they ran into the issue of mobility again and the fact that (despite her - well both of their - disheveled appearances) she was still in a ball gown.
There was nothing to it - "There's the matter of your leg, Miss Skovgaard," He started, still unsure of how to proceed. He cleared his throat and averted his eyes to save her from any embarrassment. "I - erm - it would be easier for you to walk if we healed it. Are you able to do so without any assistance?" Merlin help him. He did his best to not insert himself into any part of that sentence. But if she needed help, there was really only one answer as to who could do so.