[Maria takes that proffered arm - gently, she turns it over in her hands - without straining the limits of his flexibility, she guides it from side to side, watching with an appraising eye. The fact the blood is still there makes it a bit difficult, and she reaches down to grab her cape with her other hand, bringing it up to wipe the blood away near his elbow. That's what it's there for, so that's what she uses it for.

She never did admit to what her medical background was, so she doesn't draw attention to it. Instead, once the cape falls away, she plants a hand up near the tricep, and touches the skin. There's a brief flash of magic, and then, she hums.] It's scabbed, so try not to catch it on anything, but it should suffice to heal normally on its own.

[Just like that, the firm, but gentle touch abates, and she lets his arm back down.] I cannot do anything if any others close to you inquire about it, though.