Deferential. Mab approves. She looks satisfied with the answer and steps into his personal space, lifting her hand to his cheek, fingers soft against his beard. The touch is like a lover, cupping his cheek and looking into his eyes. But her expression is not precisely human. The emotions are remote as she studies his face, the healing not yet begun.

"You are not quite human, mortal Knight." Let's face it, the closest fae come to law are knights. "How interesting." Well he's got the 'be interesting' part down. And then her hand shifts a little and cold ices through his wounds searing the wounds shut and knitting together skin, capillary and muscle. It definitely isn't pleasant which might be an odd contrast to the gentle hold she has on his face. As he took care of her problem it is enough for her magic to do the small healing. She might not have been able to heal anything more grievous as he was not loyal to her. But it has not come to that which is useful. If worst had come to worst she knew a doctor.