An accident, a burn. Right. Alice was relieved to have something solid (however unfortunate) to focus on instead of thinking of everything that went wrong with Edison. "You made the right call coming in then." She acknowledged as she turned to the counter to start gathering supplies. (And prayed Mrs Moony wouldn't notice or comment that Alice stood stood with her back to her for a second or two too long.)

The tray of supplies followed her with a wandless motion and hovered besides Mrs. Moony's blistered arm. "This shouldn't hurt too much - would you like a potion for the pain?"

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