Molly was quick to pick up on the wounded man's panic when she drew out her wand. She supposed it did look somewhat threatening in his condition. A stranger approaching him with a tapered stick of unknown capacity. She supposed she really shouldn't be surprised. Molly made worried shushing voices, trying to soothe his anxieties, working quickly.
Sighing audibly with relief, Molly fell back onto her bum in a heap on the floor, sitting in front of her patient. She did it. She actually did it. She hadn't been sure she would succeed, as this was her first attempt outside of a test setting in school, under the watchful guidance of the Hogwarts Matron.
"Y-You'll want to apply some dittany on those," she said shakily. "To prevent scarring." She managed a small twitchy smile. Perhaps if she lowered her wand. Dropping her hands to her lap, she said, "I'm Molly Prewett. I mean, Weasley! Molly Weasley. Is my married name." She was still getting used to saying it.