Margot/Dorcas
There was blood in her hair; she was sure of it. Still Margot didn't stop. She came across a few more dead as she worked her way through her section of the grid. Touching the neck of a man, she felt no pulse, saw no movement from the chest. After making him with a black X, she moved on.
A woman, lying face down away from the majority of carnage was her next body. There wasn't much hope in Margot as she knelt down to press her fingertips to the side of the woman's neck. However, pumping softly against her fingertips was a pulse. "Thank, Merlin."
First she checked for a broken neck before casting a neck stabling charm along the woman's spine before rolling her over to get a better look at her. She was covered in dirt and mud, which Margot banished away carefully. There were no visible injuries other than a few scraps from what she could see. Before she could preform any further examination, the woman began to stir.
"It's alright. Don't move; I'm a Healer here to help you. Do you know what hit you?"