[ Since the rifts, Claire's found herself gravitating back toward the shrines more often than has been typical for her. Normally, she only makes courtesy appearances to keep the native residents placated, but she's realized the truly sick and/or wounded tend to go where they think prayers will be answered. As a result, every shrine is on her mental list of places to go when she's checking in. It's sheer coincidence that she comes across Wanda. As soon as she sees her hair, Claire's rushing, kneeling down beside her.
Before moving her, two fingers check for a pulse, and when she finds one, makes a safe assumption that there's no spinal or neck injuries, bringing her onto her back. ]
Wanda? Dear, it's Claire. Can you open your eyes for me?
[ Thanks to the various magical lessons others have been helping her through, Claire's sensitivity to magic is more than what it once was. Even without it, it's obvious by the flowers that this is a magical malady, not an attack. ]
A - YOUR MOTHER IS WORRIED
Before moving her, two fingers check for a pulse, and when she finds one, makes a safe assumption that there's no spinal or neck injuries, bringing her onto her back. ]
Wanda? Dear, it's Claire. Can you open your eyes for me?
[ Thanks to the various magical lessons others have been helping her through, Claire's sensitivity to magic is more than what it once was. Even without it, it's obvious by the flowers that this is a magical malady, not an attack. ]