Maul hears the gasp, and the hesitance with which she approaches him. Ah, another primitive. He thinks derisively. That said, he cannot help but enjoy the fear in which he instills in people like simply by existing. It gives him power, and he enjoys that.

He nods curtly. "Maul." He replies, then motions to the wound. "As you will." As Ovelia begins to work, his gaze finally leaves her, drifting down towards the spell she casts. Even his mother's magic and that of the Nightsisters was rarely so...direct as the magic he's encountered on Vaikuntha. And it works quickly, too.

"...It stings less." He says finally as the spell takes effect. His voice is low, his tone even. And yet it fails to sound reassuring. "A lucky shot in battle." He elaborates. "I am lucky it was not worse." It was sloppy is what it was. He's not as easily able to incorporate the Force into his use of Form VII anymore; he must rely more on his lightsaber skills as he did when he was younger which makes him weaker overall.

He looks back up. "You are...new." He says finally. "Another off-worlder?"