"Yeah, it's in the cabinet under the sink in my bathroom," she said vaguely gesturing towards her own bedroom.

"Usually I can just heal this sort of thing right up with magic." Or, at least, in case of some wounds, cover it up. She let Eames push her to sitting, and she propped her leg up on the coffee table, slowly working now that she could breathe on pulling off her heels so that, aside from her skirt, her legs were bare.

"You don't think it looks bad, do you?"