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4. My muse caring for yours after they’ve been critically injured.
“This will hurt a little,” Cora said, pressing the potion-soaked cloth into the large, angry burn staining the left half of Ophelia’s face. Cora’s hand shook. She steadied it with the other, trying not to think much about what she was doing, or why this had happened.
There was another outburst with Ophelia’s magic. They had been practicing, Cora trying to teach her how to summon fire. She should have known this would happen, that Ophelia wasn’t her ready, her magic too unstable...but Cora had pushed her anyways.
Now all she could do was try to heal it. Her own magic had taken the edge off the worst of the burn, but Ophelia was not quite out of the woods yet. The wound needed cleaned, and dressed. The healing potion would help seal it and prevent scarring- but only if it worked.