It was strange how the pain of the injury didn’t fully register until Adrienne took in the severity of it. Before, it could be compared to only a slight burning sensation. But once she’d taken it in? The pain roared up her leg, fierce and intense, and she was glad that the man beside her thought to catch her arm. She leaned into it gratefully, and then realized Olympe had caught her other arm and quickly conjured a stool for her to sit on. She settled willingly, her bewildered gaze volleying between Olympe and the other gentleman who — he looked familiar, didn’t he?

She opened her mouth to voice her thoughts when - now that she was eye-level with it - she caught sight of the man’s upper arm. “You - you’re burned too…” She managed to get out before hissing again; the slightest brush of her skirts against the mottled skin of her leg sent a sensation up her thigh as if someone had decided to use it as a pin-cushion.

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