Datura shot a glare at Alphonse before she brushed the crushed daisies and blades of grass from her already-soiled outfit. 

"My, oh my. What a mess. Tell me, newcomer, are you a jester?" She taunted with a slight frown as she lengthened her stride and crouched over the bloody prone form of the newcomer, What's-His-Name. Her eyes glanced over his body. Obviously, this guy was going to die if something isn't done soon. There was already a pool of blood beneath her feet. 

She brushed locks of her black hair over her shoulders before she reached into her bag. A large assortments of brightly colored concoctions were piled inside. Teal, maroon, pink, cyan, lime. Her finger over each one before settling on a bright purple jar. She opened it and forced the summoner to chug it down. 

[Rolled 7]

As the potion jar was drained dry, the effects were immediate. The blood stopped pouring from the patient's massive wound and the injury slowly, very very slowly, started to close. 

"Ha! It worked! Lucky bet!" Datura said with her head held high; although, her words didn't exactly inspire much confidence, hope, or anything else for that matter. She took out a roll of bandages and started to cover the remainder of his wounds. She put on her business smile - one that glinted in the darkness - as she does so. "Thank you so much for using my services. That'll be 50 gold pieces."