Corrie tried to protest - she'd only meant she couldn't do the initial standing without help, not that she couldn't remain upright on her own. She thought she could. She thought she could even walk without too much help, as long as she was very careful. But her thoughts were still scattered, and her movements painful, and he was already taking control of the situation...
Oh, God. And taking off his shirt? Really? She knew why Lorcan was doing it, it was clear enough when he wrapped up her hand, but didn't he even think... didn't he even consider how difficult that could make other things? He was so close now, and though it helped to have him to lean against, his skin against her added another layer of confusion to her thoughts and made it hard to breathe even as much as her injury allowed. Desperate for some distraction, she cast around for a safe but relevant topic to talk about, or something to do, she just needed a minute to collect herself, it didn't need to be much...
"Hold on," she said abruptly. "I need to get my wan-"
And then she knew, with a look of dawning realization that was quickly joined by sudden and mounting horror, what was missing. What was lost, what was so wrong, why she felt so inexplicably hollow. It was gone. It wasn't her hand she'd blown off, it was her wand.
"I," she said, her voice beginning to shake. "I, my. M-my." Oh, God, what had she done?