At that, Regina just rolled her eyes. "I save you from an execution, but you don't trust me to heal a few bruises?"

She shook her head, but raised her hand to the worst of the bruising anyhow. Her fingertips glowed a shade of violet not unlike the one his face would turn without her healing. It took a little while and it wasn't complete, but it should, she thought, be enough to clear up the pain enough he would talk.

"There. I trust you're still drunk. Now, will you please tell me what you said to my daughter? She can't, and I need to know so I can help her."