CONFESSIONS | OPEN

Diana nodded a bit and then smiled and made her way over to the couch, it was a small thing, and not really the most comfortable thing, but she was still able to lay down - albeit in the fetal position - so that he was able to do what it was he had to and could do. As the bandage had come away, revealing the rather clean-ish wound from the arrow that had gone through her in the fight. The offending projectile had been turned to wine when she touched it so she hadn't done too much damage, at least, she hoped.

"So what's the verdict?" She asked, even as his hand pressed against the wound and she start to feel something within her.

Nathan removed his hand for a moment before looking up at her thoughtfully. "Well, I'm glad we treated it. It would've healed in time, but you probably would've had a slight limp for a while, if not permanently." Replacing his hand so that it could continue the job, he settled back on to his heels. It was only slightly more comfortable than kneeling, but he was a young man still. Well, young for a normal person. For a demi-god, he was borderline ancient. "We'll have it fixed up in a few minutes or so, but until then everything should be perfectly fine. Especially since you are showing very few signs of infection."

Diana gave an understanding nod, glad that he had offered to help her with healing the wound, it would have been a bit of a sadness if when she got her horses here, she would not be able to ride them because the wound would make holding herself in the saddle too painful. He said there was little sign of infection and that made her brow arch a little, did that mean that it had been infected - even just a little. Diana didn't question it though, he was easily taking care of it before she could even get a chance to freak about it. Not that she was big on freaking out.

"That is good to hear, it would be a shame to spend the time and money to have some of my horses brought over and then not be able to ride them." She said with a light tone, shifting just slightly, lifting herself up onto her elbow to watch him work.

"That it would have." Nathan commented, pulling his hand away. Almost done now, and without a moment to spare. It was a drawback to his power, not being able to sense whenever the wound was almost closed. This one had been less complicated than others, with the tissue knitting back together evenly and without conflict. "I doubt you would have had many complications before coming in anyways. It looks like it has been well kept, but even the best doctoring still leaves trace chances of infection and scaring. You'll be right as rain after this."

Diana smirked a bit and gave a little shrug "Perhaps it's because I accidentally doused it with wine when it first happened, or because I didn't rip it out like so many people try to do when they are injured like that. I've always heard that does more harm than good... At least when not done by a professional like yourself." She said as she glanced down at her leg, not shocked per se, but still amazed at how quickly things were moving along, even though she did feel the twinge of things trying to right themselves faster than if she had just left it alone.