With diagnostic and monitoring spells already working, Zach leaned over and took her wrist to check her pulse the Muggle way. It was something he still caught flack for, combining magical and Muggle methods, but as it worked well for him, he didn't much care.
"Shhh. Lie still, hmm? Makes it harder for me to do all this impressive Healer bit if you're moving and talking," he smiled down into her face but realised then that her eyes were only open to slits. "Guessing a headache going on? Along with the cuts, bruises and great quantity of mud you've brought with you?"
His eyes flicked to the colours shifting in his diagnostic charm and then returned to hers. "Where does it hurt the most?"