At that moment, what the beta said to me, everything seemed to slow, to stop. Aubney was faced with a choice, to help, or not to help. She couldn't tell if what beta was saying was a demand or a question, she was trying to determine if this was a test. Kinda of like a C'mon, let's see if you obey the rules or if you break them. Aubney took a deep inhale and everything went back to a normal pace. She jogged forward and glanced at the winged-beta. "What hurts and what happened. Sprains, bruises, broken bones, scratches, burns?" She said in one breath, curling the winged-wolf with curiosity, taking in every feature of what may have been caused by the fall or by the lightening strike.
She closed her lids over her eyes and went over the herbs in her head before she spoke them allowed, not opening her eyes. She needed to concentrate. "I need Borage for swelling, Tansy for any sprains, Yarrow for scraps/cuts, poppy seeds for pain, and Lavender for burns. Depending on the severity I may need more herbs." She said opening her optics with a flash. Her mind jerking back to the situation, her body alert, feeling each individual drop of rain pour down on her, hearing each roar of thunder, and seeing each flash of lightening.