[ She seems to ignore him, though she really isn't; she's dealt with enough young idiots and burns from tumbles into fires from those who should know better and those who do not to want to be sure flesh is on toward healing, past the blistering and festering that can happen with sufficient damage. But it's not for much longer, and she allows her magic to pull back into herself, keeping hold of her connection to the Fade for the very reason he'd spoken out loud. ]

Burns like these are always bad. [ Which is all she offers as a statement; they need handling, and she will handle them. It's... less permission, more her operating from her own vantage point and no real knowledge of how well he heals on his own. ]

And everyone deserves the assistance we can each offer. Did you see anyone else swimming in?

[ She takes her staff in hand, knowing that some people may need to be tracked down and hauled in, that the rest in here need accounting for, too. Knowing that's also not her job, but that she'll help best she can anyway. ]