“Then we turn to science, when our magic is not enough,” Gertrude said in a lighter tone than she felt. But it was necessary to keep morale high- and never to reveal weakness.
She was tempted when Huntly offered magical healing. He took the decision away from her. "You shouldn't have," she murmured softly, then aware of how ungrateful she added, smiling gently, "Thank you. But please, save whatever other healing you possess. They make all the difference between life and death in a few minutes.” The smile lit up her face like the dawn.
She turned towards the armoury, calling to Viktor, “Is it locked?” Or trapped?
His only real danger is if stupidity is contagious and lethal. In which case, we’re all dead…-Gertrude