Well, the battle was half over. Though in Nat's opinion, that had been the easier of the two feats. The second was nothing to sneeze at either though. Removing glass shards from skin was often delicate and tricky. Fortunately, even as tired as she was, she had a steady hand. Since Mr. Goyle had handled the setting and splint, Nat supposed it was her turn.

"I'm sure your sister will be able to keep an eye on it for you and make sure everything is healing alright." She tended to do that herself to all of her family and friends, whether they wanted her to or not. "Not to see to that cheek," Nat passed the young Miss Potts another reassuring smile as she moved to grab the other tray of medicinal implements she'd readied.

Leaning in close, Nat brushed her hair from own face, taking care to examine the offending pieces of glass critically. It only appeared to be a few, which was fortunate at least. It really had been a while since Nat had done emergency medicine, but it came back quick enough. Wounds were not really her thing, illnesses were, but she could handle. "I need a little more light," She cast the inquiry toward Mr. Goyle as she gently tipped Zinnia's head at an easier angle for her to work. "You shouldn't feel anything but some pulling, I shouldn't think." By now the pain potion was in full swing, so they should be all set.