"I know," Hermione says, a little weakly. Tatiana is right, and wise to say it; this entire sudden period of chaos has been a war of heart versus head for her. Her heart's the only thing motivating her to move her feet- but her head's the only reason she's any use to the people she comes across.
She keeps working- checking the pulse of every prone body. Some she finds, some she doesn't- the worst is the one she finds that weakens and stops under her fingers, as she hopelessly tries to help. It's strange, working with somebody, but she's glad for it- she looks up to catch Tatiana's eye for a brief second- "And you? You're alright?"
Her talents in multi-tasking haven't got unused in recent days; her hands are moving even as she's addressing Tatiana, and immediately after she drops her attention to- well, her patient, she supposes, but she's not a doctor, and honestly hates that she's having to heal people. She wants to cry out that she hasn't got the training for this-- but she can do it. So she has to try.
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She keeps working- checking the pulse of every prone body. Some she finds, some she doesn't- the worst is the one she finds that weakens and stops under her fingers, as she hopelessly tries to help. It's strange, working with somebody, but she's glad for it- she looks up to catch Tatiana's eye for a brief second- "And you? You're alright?"
Her talents in multi-tasking haven't got unused in recent days; her hands are moving even as she's addressing Tatiana, and immediately after she drops her attention to- well, her patient, she supposes, but she's not a doctor, and honestly hates that she's having to heal people. She wants to cry out that she hasn't got the training for this-- but she can do it. So she has to try.