[Once he enters her vision her body tenses, seeing him – for lack of a better word – vulnerable in the snow. But Tear knows better, if the injuries across him are any indication of just how much strength and will her brother possesses, the amount of effort he put into resisting whatever it had been that the Malnosso had subjected him to. It was very alike to her own experience with them, during which she had found herself dealing with similar injuries when she was finally returned to the village. Now was not the time for dawdling though.]
... Van. [Quietly she takes in a deep breath and walks over to her brother's side, kneeling down and carefully registering each of the wounds in turn for how much healing she would have to do before he could be moved without risk. She raises her hand so that it hovers inches from his shoulder, calling for Nala's assistance to aid her instead of relying solely on using fonic artes, the familiar glow associated with casting First Aid spreading beneath her fingers.]
[action]
... Van. [Quietly she takes in a deep breath and walks over to her brother's side, kneeling down and carefully registering each of the wounds in turn for how much healing she would have to do before he could be moved without risk. She raises her hand so that it hovers inches from his shoulder, calling for Nala's assistance to aid her instead of relying solely on using fonic artes, the familiar glow associated with casting First Aid spreading beneath her fingers.]