[the next one to come is another victim of magic, slammed against the stones below their feet with one gesture, dragged over with a second, and then decapitated with the scythe. that puts them in the clear for now, and she glances over to Alice's display when she has breath again. there is savagery and then there is a useless display when the corpses would fade into the air.]

They're dead, Alice.

[just in case she didn't realise.]

[slowly, still trying to steady herself, Grell crosses the short distance to Alice.]

Breathe, dear.

[she says it for both their benefit -- an actress can manipulate her emotions as they please, but only makeup could hide the pallor. steady. you have dealt with them. at least Alice would not be subject to the severity to which Grell contains herself in order to come back and appear unbothered.]

Only somewhat. Does any of that blood belong to you?

[it stings, but give her some time and enough water to clean it, and she'll have it taken care of.]

[...sigh.]

Come with me and we'll get you sorted.

[it'll also be an excuse to get away from the dogs, and if Alice does follow, the direction Grell takes is not one to the infirmary but rather the living quarters.]

[where they end up is Grell's room, where the older woman pulls off her gloves and undoes her sword belt, pointing at the bed.]

Sit.

[and it's from the attached room that she brings a pitcher of water -- there was more than enough unused and left over from this morning that she doesn't see a need to get any more. that goes on the nightstand, and opening the wardrobe, she takes out some cloth bandages.]

[one of the cloth pieces she wets before carefully taking Alice's arm to clean away the blood from the bite. her motions are surprisingly gentle, practiced, as though she's done this times before.

her room, even from glimpses, is marked by being tidy. bed made, everything in its place save the few things she's cast aside for this duty.]

I don't think it got you too deeply. Your range of motion should be preserved.

They got my shoulder, though not harshly, and that I can tend to. But burns? No.

[and her hands prove it. they're uninjured, not even marked by heat, and she takes it as only the concern of someone who's not seen her wield fire before.]

Worried for me, dear? I'm touched.

[whether she's mocking or just teasing isn't clear, but with the blood around gone, she can then start to wrap up the injury. snug but not constrictive, this is the tricky part.]

What did you see?

[Grell meets her eyes as she's tying off the ends of the bandage, satisfied that this won't slip off.]

...You did see fire.

[she hadn't thought about it, she had only seen Alice after the fact, and by then she'd extinguished it from her hands.]

It is one of the ways in which I can use magic. And what I thought would be the best to assuredly eliminate our enemies.

[she pauses for a second, then runs a hand through her bangs before standing to get a clean shirt from the wardrobe. she still has to tend to her own injury, after all.]

I was only aware you were there after the fact. My apologies.