She pulls him along to the sink and turns on the faucet, letting the water run icey cold before taking a nearby cloth, wetting it, and pressing it against his wounds. "The mess can be dealt with easily. We need to make sure you aren't too badly injured, first of all. What in the world were you attempting to make in the first place, though?" She's still dabbing at his burns, mouth set in a line. She'd make sure to take him to the infirmary and get some ointment and wraps on it.
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