"Lets," he said and they started in. As far as Russell was concerned, she already was a hero. Between the two of them and the other wizards and witches working on the mess, it only look a few hours to finish. By the time they had done there wasn't a scorch mark left or a bent blade of grass. It looked like no one had ever been there, let alone died there.
He looked over the scene, clear smoke free wind rustling his hair. "Doesn't seem quite right, does it?"