Dionisia had never seen Mrs. Bones so vulnerable, especially not while she was sniffling and battling tears. It was sort of endearing, she thought — a thought that was enough to bring a flush of pink to her cheeks. She stayed quiet as she continued tending to the woman's wounds, carefully moving her wand in a stitching motion as she closed one especially deep wound by magical means. A calming draught would have been a nice thing to soothe the distraught healer-in-charge, but Dionisia usually grabbed those before leaving the hospital on emergency runs, and she'd just arrived back.

"Shh, it's fine, Mrs. Bones," she soothed, "you're allowed to be in pain. We may be witches, but we're not super-humans," she teased, smoothing down some of the tears in woman's robes as she prepared to close the gashes.