[Stocke, in contrast, lowers his voice back to a normal volume.] So I'd have been fine. I've killed far bigger. [Nevermind that all he was letting himself do was get hunted...] And even if he turned out to be more of a threat than I thought, he wouldn't be able to chase me into any walls.

[Singed is fine, feathers gone are fine, even blistering - all Stocke needs to know is that she's not outright charred, skin burned all the way through. It doesn't grow back from that, and it's not possible to treat without magic if it's wide enough that the edges can't touch. At least, not in Alistel.]

[But assuming she's not that badly off, he'll start to dig into the first aid kit, looking for bandages and antiseptic. (Other miracles of Ryslig: antiseptic.)]