As Jack assessed the situation, it appeared that the main injury was talon scratches from the errant owls as they panicked about the space. Nobody looked too worse for the wear, just harried and obviously alarmed. "Just a few superficial scratches, easy fix." Jack didn't carry much on his person in the way of supplies, but there were a few spells that would at least close up the cuts.

"Hold still please," he asked of the young woman while he tended to the scratches along both arms. A defense mechanism naturally, but the owls must have also been alarmed by something, to have all acted the way they had. It took a few swipes of his wand along the cuts, but they closed up nicely, no more bleeding. "Do you know what caused the ruckus?" He asked of the staff as he stowed his wand back into his jacket pocket.