[she follows his gaze and frowns; burns are serious no matter how bad they are, she remembers from her own training as a child. They can become infected, swell up, blister . . . she goes over the various ways in her head for a moment, before she reaches out and tugs him closer]
Hold still.
[the hand lets go and simply stays there for a moment, hand open and palm facing him. She murmurs something - it isn't in English, but in a sing-song, lilting language. A moment later her hand glows, and the burns begin to heal]
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Hold still.
[the hand lets go and simply stays there for a moment, hand open and palm facing him. She murmurs something - it isn't in English, but in a sing-song, lilting language. A moment later her hand glows, and the burns begin to heal]