She could tell this was an old curse, and a powerful one, just from the effort it was taking to fight. A lot of the injuries they saw were only accidental: objects that had been cursed, and people that had been hurt by them. This - this curse might have latched onto an object first, but it had also latched onto him, and she could almost sense it alive in him, clinging like a weed, wanting to expand, hoping to grow and mutate and consume.
But she was sure she was neutralising the worst of it, though not flushing it out completely: it might rein it in well enough that he could recover enough to fight it himself. Because the longer she chanted, the more energy she felt sapping from her, and she could see it draining from the patient too. Which would have its own set of difficulties, if he passed out like this -
Rosamund’s gaze flickered up to him and then she broke the connection, feeling a wave of cool relief from stopping, and hoping he would too. She summoned a vial from the storecupboard, one that would hopefully start to work to undo some of the damage the curse had affected on his body too, ill effects that would linger even if or when she was able to cleanse the curse completely. “Make sure he gets this down while he’s still conscious, please,” she ordered his companion, the Ministry girl - who was closer than the nearest interns, who might save precious moments - pressing the tiny mouthful of a bottle into her hands so that she could hopefully return to another round of siphoning out the curse before he passed out from the exertion of breathing alone.
But she was sure she was neutralising the worst of it, though not flushing it out completely: it might rein it in well enough that he could recover enough to fight it himself. Because the longer she chanted, the more energy she felt sapping from her, and she could see it draining from the patient too. Which would have its own set of difficulties, if he passed out like this -
Rosamund’s gaze flickered up to him and then she broke the connection, feeling a wave of cool relief from stopping, and hoping he would too. She summoned a vial from the storecupboard, one that would hopefully start to work to undo some of the damage the curse had affected on his body too, ill effects that would linger even if or when she was able to cleanse the curse completely. “Make sure he gets this down while he’s still conscious, please,” she ordered his companion, the Ministry girl - who was closer than the nearest interns, who might save precious moments - pressing the tiny mouthful of a bottle into her hands so that she could hopefully return to another round of siphoning out the curse before he passed out from the exertion of breathing alone.
