"Thank you, Steven," Khaat said. "I'm glad you were here. " She went back inside and saw Lizzie rushing to put some ice in a plastic bag for Ronata. She wrapped the plastic bag in a kitchen towel and handed it to her.
"Thank you, Lizzie," Khaat said. "Let me see, Ronata." She took a look at her new server's broken lip and used a wandless Episkey spell to heal the minor wound. "There. No more bleeding." She checked the back of her head where it had connected with the wall and used nonverbal magic to heal a bump that was starting to form as well as a bruise that had started to form on her cheek. "There. All gone. As pretty as ever. But the ice might continue to feel good for a bit. Sit and rest. Sorry if I didn't remember to tell you I was a healer, but I thought I should do first things first. Lizzie, please get Ronata a cup of my father's chamomile tea. " She looked back at Ronata, "My father makes wonderful teas, and the chamomile is like magic for jangled nerves. Just the perfect cure. "
Lizzie poured a pot of the naturally pale and flavorful tea. "Here, Dear. This tea is magic, it is. It will have you feeling better in no time at all. Khaat and her father are two of the finest healers in England. You listen to her now and sit a bit and drink that tea."