It wasn't often Sage was called into the ministry to take care of an injury, let alone to the aurors' office, but as she strode into the atrium and was pointed in the right direction, she was a little in awe of the place. It was absolutely gigantic; she had always thought the hospital was big, but a person could actually get lost in here and may never be found. Needless to say, it was a little daunting. Everything seemed a little cold, all stone and shiny, hardly welcoming, but she supposed, given the nature of the building itself, it wasn't meant to be cozy for a reason. The hospital had a somewhat similar feel, white and sterile, but she was still far more at ease there than listening to her boots click on the marble floors beneath her feet.

As she finally made her way into the correct office (after only two wrong turns), the harried looking trainee informed her that the Field Medic instructor was out somewhere else and nobody else was trained for this yet. At hardly one and twenty, Sage wondered if she was qualified, but she also assumed they would have taken the patient to the hospital if it was that bad. This was her fourth year in the occupation, she should be more self-assured by now.

"Mr. MacCoinnich," Sage greeted with a smile, brushing loose tendrils of honey blonde hair from her face as she was shown into a back room. "I hear you've had a bit of a mishap?" The trainee hadn't been able to give her too much information, something that might need stitches, but Sage set her medical bag up on the nearest counter and left it there before turning back to the auror once more. Sage was nothing if not good at making people feel comfortable around her.

Sage knew that smile. She pursed her lips, hiding the smile, trying not to make too many assumptions. "Whitby, Sage." She provided easily as she set her bag down beside her and faced him. "What seems to be the problem?" It was hard not to notice that smile on his face. Or those gorgeous blue eyes; Sage was only human after all and a hot-blooded woman at that.

Still, she could be professional. It had never stopped her before, assisting a handsome gentleman. It was a nice perk of the job at the very least. Sage came across a lot of people she wouldn't have otherwise met in her field. Unfortunately they, or somebody the loved, were injured normally, but Mr. MacCoinnich didn't seem to be too hurt right about now. Which was good, it could be quick if he was cooperative. "You must be used to injuries by now, no?" She chuckled slightly, the comment a little off-handed, but in good humor. Auror's were some of her most-frequent fliers to her job, she was no unfamiliar with the sorts of situations they tended to get themselves into.

Sage would be lying if she said she didn't like the way her name rolled off of his lips, but that wasn't what she was supposed to be focusing on. It could very well be, if she got her job done, but that remained to be seen. Once she healed his physical ailments, they could focus on something else.

"What a pity," she intoned with the right amount of sympathy, but she still couldn't see any damage. Still, she took a step closer to see if she could find an injury. "Unfortunately, I am not a seamstress. I can only sew up people." She advised as she gingerly reached out to touch the fabric of the aforementioned waistcoat. "So unless you have an injury, I won't be of much help." She added as she let her hand fall back, holding both behind her back as he eyed him carefully.

"Thorough is the name of the game, Mr. MacCoinnich." Sage chuckled. "Burns really ought to be checked, how did you get them?" Sage could flirt and get her job done at the same time. It was a skill that was relatively new to her, but she ought to practice a little bit. Men were simple creatures and she was not above exploiting the baser instincts. If he needed her to check beneath his shirt of burns, who was she to say no?

"Do you mind removing your shirt, so I can get a good look?" It couldn't hurt too much, based on his cavalier demeanor, so Sage was in no real rush, even though burns were not to trifle with. She would feel terrible if he was in pain and she was too busy ogling his handsome face, and physique to notice. How awful that would be! Sage had always prided herself on making sure she held herself to a high standard of care. Mr. MacCoinnich was certainly making it more difficult than she had ever anticipated.

"I'm afraid I have never heard of such a a thing, I need more context." She admitted, watching him carefully. The way he undid the buttons of his shirt should not be as alluring as it was. Sage turned on the healing part of her brain as she saw the burns up close. She moved closer to inspect the damage, not paying attention to, but not oblivious of, the proximity it put her in.

"Space is irrelevant, Mr. MacCoinnich," she assured him with a flippant response, gingerly prodding the burns with her fingers, looking f0r any response to the stimulus. If he was in pain, she would halt the flirting and focus on the healing. Luckily for the pair of them, he seemed to be alright. Enough anyway. "Were you subjected to an awful kitchen experiment?" She questioned lightly as she moved back to her bag, satisfied that he wasn't dying at any rate. "This should help." Sage assured him as she held up the container of slave that would indeed soothe burns. She could feel a burn of her own as she anticipated putting it on his chest, but she bit it back, reminding herself she could remain professional if he minded his manners.

Her first instinct was to freeze a little. Sage had dealt with plenty of forward men in her line of work, but normally they were not quite this charming (or good looking) enough to pull it off. She was torn between being strictly professional and being a woman. He wasn't making it any easier and he knew it too.

She would not be cowed by his forwardness and so as she opened the salve, she pushed back into his space as forcefully as he had started their little tête-à-tête. With one hand, she slid her fingers under the shoulder of his shirt to move it out of the way and with the other, applied the salve to the worst of the burns as gently as she could. "Better?" He hadn't seemed too uncomfortable, but Sage always worried with burns that they would get infected, it happened so easily and despite the flirtatious nature of her care at the moment, she was still concerned about that.

Sage inhaled deeply and got a whiff of his cologne, which certainly didn't help her get ahold of herself. The air between them had changed a little and it took more willpower than she would care to admit to keep to her professionalism. Sage had seen more of the male form than most women her age, but mostly for work and never quite like this.

"Good, just let it sink in before you button up." The direction was as true as it was self-serving. She could give him the follow up care and ogle him in appreciation at the same time. "You can take this with you. Just apply a couple times a day until it fades." She wiped her hands on a rag from her bag and sealed up the jar for him to have. "Keep an eye out for infection," she added, "And stay away from flaming onions." She teased lightly. "And you can owl if you need anything else." That was not normally part of her follow up care. Normally Sage would express they head to the hospital instead, for a healer to take a look, but this felt a little more... personal.

Oh. That pout on his lips was positively enticing. What the hell was she thinking right now? Maybe it has been too long since she'd dabbled in some good old physical touch. Sage was not innocent in this respect, but she had been careful and so far, it has just been for fun. Something told her Locklyn MacCoinnich would be a lot of fun.

"Please see that you do." Sage passed him a knowing smile as she finished sorting her bag and closing it up. Maybe nothing would come of it and the flirting was just who he was, but something about his expression said he might indeed follow up, for any number of reasons.