Alula listened to the bleeding man and the gnome chat for a moment. The gnome was rightfully concerned for the man's hands, were were in worse shape then when Alula decided to leave the bar. She knew she could heal, but was reluctant. Healing magic took a lot of energy, something she was severely lacking at the moment, and it was the man's own fault by taking his fists to a knife fight. And yet today she had already received such kindness, maybe it was time for her to return some.  

She walked over to the two, glancing around. The three of them were out of view of the street, and if she worked fast enough before anyone left the bar she would be fine. She pulled the brim, of her hat down over her eyes, briefly remembering that it was the bleeding man who returned it to her. And then she spoke. 

"I can heal your...injuries...but only on...one condition..." She slurred. "I want you both to...look away for a moment..." She paused adding in: "uh...for your own good..."  

Once they both did this Alula took a deep breath and rolled up the sleeves of her robe. She took the bleeding man's hands in her hands and began to speak in a strange language. 

"ava'yorn mobi sia ominak ui alula vur si tuor ekess irisv nomeno malai" 

Her hands and arms began to glow, and Separ would likely feel some stinging and stretching as the skin of his hands reformed. But the pain of healing was nothing in comparison to the pain of cutting. It didn't take long, the wounds were fresh and in a concentrated area. Soon Alula was finished, releasing the man's hands and rolling her sleeves back down over her arms. She felt winded but tried to speak anyway as she tugged down her hat. 

"There....you go....be more...careful."