It was kind of him to remind her of breaks. Truthfully, the faster she was through it, the better. Gave her less time to feel the exhaustion and other associated symptoms settling in.
Blanket spread open in her lap, she dampened the fingers of her right hand, then reached with utmost gentleness out toward his leg, toward the bruising was darkest and the wound likely nearest the surface.
Immediately, blood began to flow from her nose, and she lifted the towel from where she sat crosslegged, pressing it predictably against her nostrils. The bruising would heal first, her power always sinking from the outside in.
Except, it also began to heal the bruising at his arm, not that she had the slightest chance of noticing. Ashley was quiet, oblivious to her own power's overreach, and waited for some likely display of discomfort whenever the bone itself began to adjust. (Or, more accurately, the bones, in both his arm and his leg. She simply didn't know it yet.)