Ashleigh tutted - because she was, irrevocably, the kind of person who tutted. "It's demonstrably not fine," she pointed out. It was bruised, that much was obvious even to Ashleigh's untrained eye. "It hurts, and this will stop it hurting for now. If it still hurts tomorrow, we'll get a healer to take a look." If Ashleigh had to side-along Alicia to a doctor's office against her will, she would. She'd already informed her bosses that she wouldn't be in the office that day, which she doubted they were pleased about, and if need be she could book holiday or work from home. Much to her surprise, she did actually trust Roger to send her what she needed to do so.
Once the salve was nothing more than a slight sheen on Alicia's skin, Ashleigh pulled her hand back and tried to go over a mental checklist. Alicia's two most obvious maladies had been dealt with to the best of Ashleigh's ability, she'd had sleep and water. Food seemed the most obvious next step. Ashleigh felt the same shrinking of appetite she'd been feeling for weeks, but she knew by now that she could push it aside. She might not enjoy it, but she could eat what constituted a reasonable portion for a woman of her size and activity level. "I bought things for breakfast. Or lunch. Don't even try to say you're not hungry. I don't know what time you started drinking," Ashleigh said, wishing the words didn't sound as judgemental as she was certain they did, "but you didn't have a proper dinner last night so you need calories."
After that, they would deal with... everything else. Ashleigh composed another mental list, resolutely ignoring Alicia's head on her shoulder - because she didn't know what to do with it. "You should shower while I cook. You can borrow some of my clothes, I'll transfigure them to fit."