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Andrew "Drew" Kirke (aurorme) wrote in impetuousrpg,

Drew took in the sight of the burn. "Christ," he muttered, pulling his wand from his back pocket (a poor place to carry it, he knew). If this was getting better, than he really didn't want to see it when it had happened. It looked awfully painful. Carefully casting a numbing spell on her arm, he proceeded to case a few healing charms, one for quick healing, one for swelling, and one for pain. The area would still be a bit read and tender, but it was much better than it had been. Of course, anything would have been better than it had been.

"Do you have anymore bandages and cream for it?" he asked, raising his eyes to hers again. She should be alright without one, but it would heal better if there was nothing to irritate the skin. He didn't think he'd ever used his first aid training more than when he'd been with her. She was definitely a magnet for trouble. Perhaps that was the reason he found her so addicting. Did he just want to feel needed? It was possible. Geoff, Ali, George, Katie, Cormac, they were all pretty independent. Hell, even his Step-mother hadn't stuck around past his Father's death. It was a definite possibility. Frowning slightly, he forcefully pushed those thoughts away. He didn't want to think about it. Everything seemed to be undermining what he felt for Mandy.

"It shouldn't take too long to heal now," he commented, his eyes moving to the bruise on her forehead. "And a bit of bruise cream for that should have it faded in a few days."