"Always so very optimistic, I see." Mictain smirked, then walked closer to her. Wiping a stray lock of red hair away, he then investigated the bruise. "Yes, this I should be able to handle."

Placing the fingertips of one hand on the bruise -- having actually remembered to withdraw his claws first -- he concentrated on healing it. There didn't seem to be much pain, just like she had said. Thus, he focused on repairing any damage he could find. He was far from being an expert in healing -- although he was still lightyears ahead of Uriel, of course -- but there wasn't anything he couldn't fix here. Of course, he couldn't do it as quickly as somebody more experienced with healing, but he could do it, which was the most important thing.

At last, he removed his fingers from her skin. "Better now?" he asked.