"I TOLD him to go back to bed, but he insisted on coming along. It wasn't my place to stop him." She says, as she listens to what she presumes to be the trained medical professional, and lays Casey down carefully.

She then turns to Greg, holding her arm up a bit and examining it a bit, seeming to be trying to focus on doing... something, as she explains. "I saw one of the shadow creatures snooping around outside, and went to take care of them. It was a bit tougher than I thought it'd be, but we managed to get the rift closed..."

Another moment of looking at her arm, before she lets out a long sigh, and pretty much collapses into a chair. "I don't know if it's because of how much this new magic takes out of me, or if I can't do this either anymore, but I can't seem to just... shapeshift my body into an uninjured state. Would you mind taking a look at it after Casey's been taken care of?" It does seem to be a rather deep cut, still bleeding pink blood all over her arm- and still vanishing into little sparkles whenever it drips off her.