Battlefield | Rhaelle

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Consciousness. Awareness.

Those were good, as she knew from both books and experience. Doubt the Apperation had smothered a good amount of the flames, but Rhaelle didn't trust her memory to see if there was Splinching. The bundle of body had seemed to possess nose, and all four limbs. Rhaelle could wager she'd seen hands, though she was unsure about feet. Flamel was no longer smoldering, that was what mattered for now. Besides, if the Splinching was large enough, there would be far more pain. Nails and extremities could be regrown easily.

She waited another moment, a third, removed the blanket and wordlessly Summoned fibers, simply to make sure that there would be none caught in the wounds. Rhaelle frowned at the burn marks-- tricky spot, but the flesh and burns exposed seemed relatively clean. For now. She didn't doubt they'd be hell to pay, and while there were salves that might be applied, they would only numb the pain for some time. Rhaelle would wager that the exposed burns damaged the pain-makers under the skin. The worst areas were beyond their field aid, but the other areas-- no, she knew true procedure. Were she on Rathlin, and it one of her brothers (her breath stole away at the thought), she'd patch him up with what they had. No, the Institute had rules that ought to be be followed, and she was looking to study here. Best to follow them. Her hands itched to apply antibiotic, but officially she was still a student, she wasn't trained, she couldn't administer field procedure more than she already had.

"You're conscious and aware. Can you live through a Side-Along?" Madam Flamel obviously had a strong will, but how much of it had been adrenaline, Rhaelle could not know for sure.

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