âYes you are, and it is very appreciated.â There was the edge of conciliatory patience to her words, like soothing an irrational child. No, not âlikeââthat was what it was. How often had she seen her mother pull out that tone to deal with an upset patient of any age? There was something about pain that made people regress and act like toddlers.
âI do. Do you?â She raised an eyebrow at him. âRegardless of anything else, youâre going to have to take it easy for the next few days. Fiendfyre is⌠draining to deal with.â Her eyes dragged across his chest with a chilling clinical scrutiny; no ogling here. Sheâd leave that to Xeno, when they got their hands on the man.
Following his glance for a second, she shook her head. âNo pain potions in there. And Iâm not letting you take whatever unregulated slop you packed for yourself.â Given the effects of Fiendfyre, avoiding adding more magic into his system right now was probably the best idea. Instead, she reached for her bag and tugged it closer, pulling out a couple bottles sheâd borrowed from her mother. âMuggleâs have remarkable painkillers, though,â she said, replacing one bottle and opening the other to shake two little pills onto her palm. Pulling a little glass out from her kit, she quickly filled it with water and then handed both the glass and pills to Fletcher.
âThat should help. You take that, and Iâm going to get some burn balm and some bandages.â She started to stand, only to crouch back down and hold his gaze seriously as she said, âI will be right back to continue helping you feel better.â In case he doubted that at all.
Fletch narrowed his eyes a little as she sent the question back at him, asking if he knew how fiendfyre worked. Well, he knew at least enough of it to have not gotten himself killed, hadn't he? He wanted to say just that, but just let out a huff in response to her, in clear irritation. "Oh, I know what drained feels like, don't worry, I can take it," The next words to come out of his mouth were more of a tease this time, a smirk starting to grow on his face. Was it childish? Absolutely. Was Fletch going to not act like that? Of course not.
He wiggled his eyebrows a little as she looked him over, though knew she was doing so in just a clinical sense. It was odd having someone look at him, and that being the reaction he got, if he were honest. But it was her response to his question about pain potions that really made him look annoyed. How could one not have any pain potions if they were supposed to be helping people like this?
"Oi! It's not all unregulated, I am very good at what I do," He huffed out at her, "It's great for times like this." Still, if she wasn't going to get him his own pain potions, then she should have something for him, shouldn't she? He eyed her as she pulled the bag close, tilting his head just slightly. "Muggle painkillers, eh?" He didn't say no though, quickly reaching for the pills and the glass.
As she started to stand, he did have a brief second where he wondered if she was just going to up and leave him sitting there, though if she left her kit, she'd have to come back for that, he thought. His nerves were calmed when she crouched back down, and he nodded to her. "You better be, or else I'm gonna scream loud enough for all of the house to hear," He stated simply, before downing the water and the pills.