"I left against recommendation," Amarissa admitted. It was almost a surprise when James was suddenly so close, his attention riveted entirely on the mark that broke through her skin. She tried not to move, to stay still from where she was perched on the bed across from him. She could feel the slight shift of the bandages and the brush of James' fingertips over her skin as James moved the wrappings out of the way so that he could see better. He actually seemed to know what he was looking at, which was both intriguing and strange.
"Yes?" Amarissa asked faintly. She knew about these things well enough to generally keep her up and running, but admittedly, her skills when it came to taking care of her sword wounds might have been lacking a bit. Still, James said it with such conviction that it was hard to discredit him.
Upon his request to summon her medical bag, she leaned back to where her wand was rested on the beside table and flicked her wrist with a soft murmur of accio. A moment later, it came floating along out of the bathroom. It was in a bit of a disarray; she'd been using it much more frequently than usual. Typically, it was one of those things that were recommended for Aurors to have, but wasn't really used on a regular basis. There was the occasional broken finger or burn from a hex that the med kit might be pulled out for - things that Aurors were just as likely to ignore. The bag plopped onto the bed beside them.