At first she seemed unharmed, to his immense relief, but it didn't last as she cried or again and stumbled forward into his outstretched arms. Eugene steadied her easily enough, his gaze following hers down to the gash on her leg.

Shit, that was his fault.

Without thinking, Eugene immediately and rather effortlessly scooped her up and set her in a nearby armchair. There was a layer of dust to the unoccupied cabin, but that was the least of his concerns. They had several of more important things to worry about; that injury, wet clothes and some kind of heat, now that they were out of the thickest part of the storm. Hopefully it would go as quickly as it had come.

Kneeling down, Eugene lit his wand once again in the dim light of the room, to get a closer look at the injury. "My most sincere apologies, Miss MacFusty, I should have been more careful." Fortunately, she was a healer, hopefully she could take care of it as it did not seem too deep.