A  Divesto  stripped the ragged cloth from her body, a  Scourgify  roughed away at the blood and grit,  Episkey  healed the bite until it left a -  beautiful  - silver scar all along her neck; vicious teeth, vicious fangs, forever embossed upon her flesh. She roughly dragged her from the dungeon to the light, a shack along the edges of the property more than enough for Mud like her. It had after all been used for elves and tools and dirt at some point long passed into memory.