She couldn't have known it, but her inability, or desire not to, use her magic might just have saved her life. The mordecai wasted no more time, fetching what she asked and even going so far as to uncork the vial.
He hated the fact her blood was on his hands. Her blood wasn't worthy of it, and this whole scenario- a joke. It was perhaps for this reason alone he was hasty in trying to remedy it. He had been working too long. Maybe after they got out of here he'd just let her go. - If for only the reason that he wanted to forget it even happened.
He knew he was over worked- always had been. Only now, it seemed apparent, perhaps it was catching up to him.
"The vial is a healing paste?" he asked, glad it wasn't magic she wanted to conjure, but proper, truthful healing practices. He already had the bandages out and at the ready, and his gloved hand, still over her wound.