He smiled at her admittance. It was, rather nice for her to say she hoped for him. His smile let her know that as he admired her in silence.
But when she mentioned her ankle, he looked down towards it, feeling sorry for her, but also feeling a bit hesitant towards his offer, but he offered it anyway.
"Here, I could heal it," he told her, gently taking her leg and admiring the ankle, looking up at her for a moment, almost pleading with her as he asked, "Please, don't be alarmed." Then he bowed his head and began to pray, words but a whisper, soft and grey. Then his hands began to glow, soft jewels, never before seen, beneath his flesh seemed to appear, then color came from his hands, and glowed in soft symbols across his flesh.
Then warm hand and warm light pressed to her skin...
"And grant the heal, the light.." his words were spoken softly, magically, as if on dual breaths, and there, charged from his hand came a swell of magic, mist and might-
and settled deep within her leg, healing gently, softly.