Feliks just looked at her, then looked to Stella. It may have been out of his reach for now, and for now, he wasn't about to let his own hubris get in the way of getting the witch healed. It was going to be a long project, as he suspected this was not going to be the last time he saw these sorts of wounds, and he already had plans to put her through a lengthy medical examination afterwards.

Still, he did let out a long drawn out sigh as he packed his tools back up again. "Very well." was all he simply said. After all the only thing worse than helping the witch was failing to, and making it worse. At the very least he could have the smug satisfaction of rubbing the woman's failure in her face when her magic goes wrong, but at the same time packing up and leaving gracefully prevented her from being able to do the same when she succeeded. Especially since he much rather have her succeed so he could learn more.