She did not care that his blood fell onto her dress, the red of each so alike that one would not be able to make out a stain. Her worries were towards his wound, four deep slashes across his forearm, far larger than her human fingers, though her own Esper claws had made them. Guilt in her heart when her touch upon the wound caused him to wince slightly, although she did not know it wasn't due to the pain.
Warmth flowed through her hands onto his skin, her whispered chant making the warmth heal his broken skin. When the cure spell had run its cast, his flesh was once again unmarked, no trace left that it had spilled any blood by her hand, save for the red upon her dress.