"They're your knees." How far had she fallen, jumping between balconies, to only get skinned knees? It reminded him a little of Thor, when they'd been children: he'd constantly climbed on things and flung himself off them.

But humans were generally much less hardy than that. "If you break something, you don't keep it secret. But I don't care about skinned knees. Sit there." He gestured at a chair and didn't wait to see if she obeyed him before going to poke through the supplies.

You didn't have to be a healer to be capable of dealing with skinned knees. Wash out the grime, cover it up. Easy.