Beila doesn't notice him right away. She holds her hand over the blood-tinted bowl and pulls up a blob of water from the clear one. It glows when it heals; she tilts her head back with a relaxed hmmm. When the cut is gone she lets the water drip into the bowl under her hand.

Then she notices him.

"Oh, hi! I finally got to healing lessons," she says with a bright smile.