Joscelin was relieved when the woman confirmed that she was alright, aside from the obvious damage that was etched all over her. Still, she nodded along in agreement with the black-haired man's assessment that she should see a healer about her injuries. In fact, she had half a mind to tag along and see if they'd be kind enough to take care of her own scrapes as well. Three quarters of a mind, even. When the brown-haired woman seemed to query if anyone around was a healer, she spared a quick glance around at everyone gathered nearby. Nobody that was really giving her that 'healing magic' vibe to be perfectly honest.

"Well, don't look at me." She said, turning to face the small group gathered around the woman yet again. "I mean, I've got magic, but it's not healing magic. Maybe. Probably." Resting one hand idly on Principale's hilt, Joscelin tapped one of her feet by the heel, lightly bouncing her leg up and down. It wasn't often that she was completely still, and now more than ever she was anxious to go out and do something, after her act of 'heroism' had been cut rather short.