[wanda feels the start of a headache coming on, the reply the two men give her not exactly being encouraging in any way whatsoever — it's like she's not even here, as they're just riling each other up. she had caught snippets of the situation through the thoughts of the guards, so she knows what the complaints were about.

she isn't sure who to go to, first.]

They were going to kick you both out of Nocwich for this. [a hard exhale—] They have dungeons here in Abraxas, you know that?

[frank is injured— his ribs, by the looks of it, not to mention his bloody nose and face. matt was likely also injured, groaning as he gets up from the pile of trash. she shouldn't make this easy for them, but she doesn't need the both of them walking around like they just came out of a very obvious fight, not when other guards might show up.]

Don't move, either of you.

[there's annoyance in her voice, pulling back the shawl from her arms, using her telekinesis to help matt stand upright, all the while heading over to frank to stare at him hard, first of all, and then—]

I can fix your ribs.

[he won't get to say no, as wanda places her hand flat over his side, letting her magic work at stitching together what was ruptured inside.]