Bellatrix paced back and forth across the stark white floors as she watched Orla begin to bandage the wound, the sound of her feet against the marble conveying her impatience.
"I have no idea," she said to Orla's question, her voice hissing in anger. "Believe me, if I knew, they'd be dead before tomorrow." She was practically growling the words.
Taking a look at the wound, Bellatrix shook her head again. "I didn't see it happen. I was in my own battle at the time. I think he was distracted trying to...get to me." Her face contorted. She was almost ashamed that he could get distracted enough for something like this to happen. It never would have under normal circumstances. "By the looks of it, probably a slashing hex. The wound isn't clean enough for a separation curse." She'd seen and caused enough of both to usually be able to tell the difference.