"One thing I have learned during my days as a healer my dear, is that whether you are dwarf, faun, centaur, or human, when you are cut, you bleed the same as everyone else"
There is blood on her hands. However, one does not practice her art, for as long as she has, without a drop of blood on her hands Her mother taught her the art of healing, her father the art of combat, and Cara had put the practice to great use for many years. She had lived for over 50 years of the Winter Age, has suffered and seen others suffer as well. She fought and killed, lost the ones she loved most, and married another, for the sake of survival.
Now, as a healer employed at the city of Cair Paravel, Cara not only puts her many years of mending and healing to proper use, but mentors and trains willing and able Narnians as well.
Cara does not wish for, as is often said, "the finer things in life", nor does she envy anyone who does. She finds the end of the Winter Age, as well as her life with her husband, daughter, and sons, more than enough.