The rune-like wound refuses to stop bleeding, which worries Martin immensely. Without thought, his hand hovers above Nikolai's forehead, glowing off-white, a simple spell of healing encouraging skin to repair itself...

...or so it would work if the spell had any effect on this boy. "Wha—!?" Martin's dumbfounded, not focusing on his patience until he peeks between his fingers, stating he's not hurt. "I'm a healer, my name is Martin Septim." It's a verbatim answer, still caught up on why his spell isn't working. "Is this wound...magically inflicted?" Enchanting weapons can leave wounds that refuse to be healed through restoration.