I've smashed bigger thaumachines! [Stocke yells back, abandoning all pretenses of keeping comments to himself. This demon wasn't even made of metal, gosh.]

[The shade's back shortly after, lugging a first aid kit in a large green tin. He leans over Heather to check her feet again - through the water she's been keeping them under. Hopefully.]

[Stocke knows burns - with an affinity for fire magic, he sure inflicted enough of them in his time before Ryslig. How bad are these?]