"Of what?" Zelda blinks, but that much is irrelevent now. Her eyes half-close as she holds her hand millimetres above Brainy's wounded arm, letting the healing magic warm her blood and trickle through her fingers.

She stops the bleeding first - that is the highest priority priority. The next is for the wound to start to seal over, and the next is the blood loss - she can't fix it entirely, it's out of her league, but she can fix as much as possible.

Drawing another breath in, her eyes close entirely as she concentrates, the veins in her hand and the Triforce mark showing gold through her skin. The tips of her fingers feel warm; Brainy's arm should feel much the same.

Finally, the wound seals, and the blood loss fixed to an extent that the worst he should get is some mild wooziness. Sitting back, she surveys him anxiously. "Is that better?"