Heather's hands are light, gentle. But she moves quickly, knowing the girl - Sheena - has to be in pain. At least some. She switches from the second arm to the first leg. "Well, you can always tell her 'before you lecture me...' because you did seek medical help. Just not before telling her you needed it." Heather remembers telling her mentor that several times when she got into trouble.

"It's very nice to meet you darling. Would you like something for the pain?" She asks, still carefully working on the burns.