~ With Me, Into The Dark ~
Bellatrix flinches as the healer plucks another shard of bone from her shoulder.
"Wouldn't it be faster to remove them with a summoning charm?" she snaps.
"Faster, yes," Azalais responds, remaining calm despite her patient's rudeness. "However, there is no telling how much more damage they would do on their way out, and some of these are in quite deep."
"And that's why you shouldn't use a blasting curse at close range," Rodolphus chimes in from the sidelines. He was also caught in the aftermath of his wife's ill-timed curse, and is waiting his turn to have the bone shrapnel removed and his wounds healed.
"Shut up, Rodolphus! If you weren't so useless in battle, I wouldn't have had to resort to something like that."
"Are you saying it's my fault we ended up in such a desperate position when you're the one who-"
Azalais tunes out the couples' argument and absentmindedly hums a lullaby as she continues to work. Once all of the scraps of bone have been removed, she uses a pair of complex charms to instantaneously seal the lacerations that litter Bellatrix's skin.
She then collects the bloodied shards of bone into a small glass jar, which she presents to Bellatrix as "the spoils of war". Bellatrix gives the healer an odd look, but takes the jar.
~end of scene~
