While it was tempting to outright ask if she needed the help, Stephen was already looking her over. Might as well go all the way with it. In his time since becoming the New York Sanctum's guardian, there was plenty of books to read and enchantments to learn, and healing was among them. While he couldn't use such magic for his own gain, there was no reason not to take it up. He was a doctor at heart, no matter what title he bore.

Stephen passed a hand over Lara's skin, inches away. It was warm, which was a good sign. Though too much longer, and it would have been burning with infection. A soft glow rose from his fingertips and passed into the skin, closing up the open skin. The scars, he left. The flesh had done its own work mending.