Melinda lowered the man to the ground, blushing a little. "Melinda Bobbin." She tucked her wand away ("ebony, dragon heartstring and acromantula web, nine inches, inflexible" rang through her head. She wanted yew back, dammit) and got the wands off the two who had been Stunned, handing them to Kingsley almost shyly. "I was working on the charms and no one else was around to send." How she'd made the leap of logic from there to 'I'll go instead,' she was not sure.
She picked up two ropes from a missed Incarcerous and bound the hands of the one that was starting to stir and moan, then moved to the other. She squatted next to him and winced a little, looking down at her shoulder where the bandage was visible over the collar of her shirt. Unthinking, she tugged the shoulder down to check it. A little blood, but nothing terribly serious, so she fixed her shirt again and set about tying.