"Someone, check the damage is what we hoped," Fiona snapped, even as she shifted over to Lachlan, eyes on his back. No. "Don't move, Lark," she told him, staring at the two shards of metal that had bit into his flesh. And immediately reaching out to brace him, because wouldn't it be just like him to try to move now.
They had to go. They couldn't be caught here. She wasn't sure that she could heal enough of the damage for him to ride his bicycle across the fields, once she pulled the shards out, but they had no choice. He certainly couldn't ride like this, and who knew what more damage they might do if he tried with them still in.
"Shrapnel in your back," she explained tersely. "I'm going to have to pull it out and heal as much as I can." While he was still in shock would be preferable; pain would only make matters worse.
One of the others ran back to them. "Tracks are completely blown."
"Good," Fiona nodded. "Go. All three of you, go."
"What if you need hel-"
"If I need help, we'll never be quick enough not to get caught," Fiona retorted. And there was no reason for more of them to get caught than necessary. Their only hope was for her to manage to heal enough of the damage. Blasted Faidoux. "Go."