He was reaching for the buckles and buttons on her leather top layer before she had finished speaking, frowning as his fingers slipped and slid over blood - hers, Briar's, and Sybille's. When the shell of it sagged open, he gently pried it off her, letting it fall to the floor with a wet splat. Taking his wand back up, Draco pointed at her torso and with a firm "Ferulo," clean white bindings wrapped tightly around her ribs, right over the thin cotton shirt she'd woken up in less than an hour before. Immediately, the pain subsided, though not so much that she was able to forget it was there. But it was, at least for now, enough.