Barnabas Skeeter

Barnabas stepped back as she'd instructed, though it meant abandoning his cane to the chaos. He grabbed it again quickly—the wood was singed, blackened along one side—and he cursed under his breath. Of course it was. He made his way after her down the hall, his uneven gait made worse by the damaged cane, moving as quickly as he could manage.

He made his way after her down the hall, his uneven gait made worse by the damaged cane. She was moving away from the spill, the baby still screaming in her arms, and was that... her shoulder smoking? He could see the burn from here—angry and blistering. A spark drifted past him then. He felt the heat of it catch his sleeve, the sting blooming across his forearm, but he barely slowed. He was far too focused on catching up to her. "Miss Chevalier!" he called out in alarm, moving as quickly as he could manage. "Are you alright? Here, let me—" He reached for the baby as he drew up beside her. "I'll take him for you." (Not that he wanted to deal with the very much screaming infant, but he couldn't just sit by and watch this mess without at least trying to help however he could.)

  

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Barnabas walks with a cane • Set by the lovely Lady • plot with me

Tabi was only mildly aware that Mr. Skeeter was following her down the hall while she tried to figure out how best to manage the situation. She could feel the burn on her back spreading as the fabric caught, but she needed to put the baby down first. The welcome witch reached out and Tabi handed the child over just as she heard Mr. Skeeter offering.

He too was smoking and this whole thing had escalated all too quickly. "Your sleeve!" She warned. He would need to pat that out himself because she was concerned about the damage to her shoulder. She reached back and doused it with her wand, feeling the cool water drench the top of her healer's robes, the relief instant, though not lasting.

Tabi winced as she moved her arm lower, she could feel the fabric stuck to her skin, no doubt seared into the burn wound. This was going to be a mess to clean up. She couldn't see it to determine how bad it was, but she rather thought she should peel the fabric away as best she could before it got worse. With her opposite hand, Tabi pulled gingerly at the remaining fabric, but it was stuck. She pressed her lips together at the uncomfortable sensation, a small whimper escaping in the process.

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Barnabas Skeeter

Barnabas looked down at his sleeve—still smoking—and patted it out with sharp, irritated movements. The fabric was ruined, a charred hole revealing the angry red burn beneath. He'd had worse. Far worse.

She was trying to pull the fabric away from her shoulder, her face tight with pain, a small sound escaping despite her obvious attempt to stay composed. ”You shouldn't do that,” he said, stepping closer. ”The fabric is stuck. You'll make it worse pulling at it like that.”

He glanced around the chaos of the corridor. The cleanup crew was arriving, Miss Bellweather apologizing profusely somewhere in the noise. The baby had finally quieted in the welcome witch's arms. ”You need a healer. Another healer, I mean. One who isn't injured. The magical accidents and catastrophes ward isn’t far, I’ll accompany you there.” That was where he'd needed to go originally anyhow.

  

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Barnabas walks with a cane • Set by the lovely Lady • plot with me