Argus really wasn't a healer. Inorganic manipulation was his forte, although wood was apparently on his list of things that he could re-shape and alter. So perhaps 'inorganic' and 'unliving' matter were misnomers. Still, being a battlemage meant that one picked up a few important skills, such as patching yourself up after a fight. ew wasn't much of a healer, but he could at least offer a bit of help to a friend. And be surreptitious about it.
Argus reached out his hand, but carefully kept his fingers about a quarter of an inch away from Rose's body. With a deep breath, he sent the healing energies flowing into Rose's body while consciously suppressing the pale glow that usually accompanied such magic. The result, to the the world at large, was a well-dressed man offered aid to a wounded nun while nun, while politely not gabbing hold of her. It seemed to mollify the crowd, but the glances they gave each other told Argus that he was still being a little too personal for their tastes. Well, too bad.
Suppressing the visual effect gave him a headache, and his healing was definitely rusty, but it seemed to have an effect on Rose. <"Sorry. Battlemage first-aid isn't quite the same as what an actual medic could do. I hope it helps, but you might want to see a real healer as soon as possible."> Out loud: "Are you all right Sister? Do you need to see a healer?" A few people in the crowd added their own concerns. Worried, Argus kept a close eye on Rose, ready to catch her if she lost her balance.