Open this FUCKING DOOR

"Thank you," Vai murmured as Bastien and Deimos arranged Amalia on the table, and she paused to let the flames flare up around the young woman for a moment before shooting a weak smile at Edrei. "Hey," she murmured. "You're safe now. We'll talk about why you weren't inside later - for now, I think you could use a strong drink. And so will she, when she wakes up." Wasting no further time (and with her hands now softly aglow), Vervain approached the table and let her fingers hover over Amalia, her eyes closing. This was by far the most serious set of injuries she'd had to try and heal, but while Vai was no master, neither was she a greenhorn. An expression of concentration flickered across her face as she focused her energy around closing wounds and soothing burns, knitting skin and healing muscle. There was absolutely no way she would be able to heal away everything, but hopefully it wasn't too late to bring Amalia back from the brink. vervain I am always on your side