Nat hadn't realized she was getting help in this situation, but it would make things much easier with two of them handling it, she supposed. She thought Mr. Goyle to be laying it on a little thick, but she didn't say anything and instead smiled to herself. Instead she checked over the little chart she'd been giving and an initial diagnoses from when Miss Potts had been brought in. Nathalie knew a Potts or two back in school herself... "Does your family own the flower shop here in town?" A little distraction would help. "I believe I went to school with a couple of your sisters." One of whom was a healer too now, if Nat wasn't mistaken.

She wavered about where to start, but knew whichever they did start with, they would need to help dull the ache a little "I think we should start with a little something dull the pain first." She passed the young woman a comforting smile. A pain potion would at least take the edge off. Nat was being prudent about her use of them, knowing they couldn't brew any here and would be relying on St. Mungo's for more if they needed them. However, setting what appeared to be a broken wrist and removing some glass would be far less painful afterward for the poor dear.

Rolling up her sleeves again, Nat pulled the potion from her pocket and popped the cork out, "It's a little slimy," She warned. "But it will help and then maybe we should take a look at that wrist." She eyed Mr. Goyle in careful consideration, as she didn't want to openly contradict him, but it would be much easier to get at the glass if her arm was stable.