[Ecks sits on the bed and watches him, yellow eyes peering out from a mass of fabric wrapped around her head. She hasn't unveiled herself yet; there was no time between when she came inside and when the accident happened, no inclination after the spiders paralyzed them and her sudden companion began going on about medical impossibilities.]

Not possible at all?

[Her voice is near monotone, but she's curious. Doctor House has told her things about medicine without magic, and she'd begun to believe it was actually viable. If it can't even fix a smashed hand, though....]

You should wash out the blood stains. If you do not wash out the blood stains they will set.

[Spoken from experience. Her own trousers still bear dark stains that speak of her having sat in a pool of blood.]