Re: Dylan and Lori
Healers from St. Mungo's arrived not long after Lori had finished as much as he could with healing Al, and he snagged the first one he found, giving him directions on where Al was, and what had happened.
"Good job trainee," the healer had said, and handed him a medical pack with broad spectrum potions, instructing him to tag the worst of the injuries, and heal what he could. The Healers would be working in a grid formation, until everyone was either healed and sent on their way, or transported to the Hogwarts infirmary or St. Mungo's.
That had been a couple of hours ago, and Lori should be exhausted but he wasn't. He'd never felt more awake, his robes streaked with blood and other things, adrenaline rushing through him as he put his training to use. He wondered if it made him a bad person that he loved this. The frantic pace, the urgency. There was worry of course, but it was easy to move past that when there was work to be done.
He paused to wash his hands off with conjured water and soap, when he saw Dylan, looking exhausted. "Better than you by the looks of it," he said, not even asking before he scanned for injuries. The worst of which was the broken wrist, but that was easy enough to fix. "Want me to take care of that for you?" He gestured at the wrist, arching his brow as he waited for a reply.