Tonks & Andromeda
It was weird to recognize a grip of all things, but as soon as her mum's fingers wrapped around her arm Tonks knew who it was and more importantly that she was safe. Well, safer. The pull of the portkey rippled more fire over her skin, but if anyone could fix this, it was Andromeda Tonks. "Mum," she rasped, tears streaming down her face at the pain overwhelmed her, "'m on fire." Surely not actually on fire, but it felt exactly like it, to the point where she could feel flames licking at her flesh erratically. Healing tents always smelt like viscera and pain and anxiety, and combined with the all-consuming feeling of pain she mercifully didn't catch the smell of burning flesh, nor the slight crackle sound.