"Won't be able to tell until it's cleaned up." He grins at her as he glances in the direction she pointed, "but if you've a spell for this kind of thing, then by all means."

He leaves and comes back with the box a moment later, and crouches on the floor so he can get a good look at her thigh. Carefully, he pushes her skirt up a little to see how much actual wound she's got going on here before he sets to the task of cleaning off all the blood. It'll probably hurt, but Eames doesn't bother warning her about it. He's just staying focused on the task at hand.