[Jetshard rolls her eyes a little at Izunia's comment; he had indeed warned her. And honestly, if he's been dealing with this mess on top of already being in the middle of a physically demanding fissure, she's a little surprised that he's still awake at all and a little concerned about his caffeine consumption.

On the other hand, it kind of seems like the combined exasperation of everyone else in the room is the only thing that's remotely getting Nyx to cooperate with anything, so for the moment Izunia has been granted a reprieve from her fussing.]

The magic's fine, I was thinking more of a ascending to a higher plane of existence out of pure outrage kind of problem.

[She reaches out to hold a hand over his shoulder, palm-down and hovering over him without quite touching; the hand begins to glow faintly and Jetshard frowns absently as she takes in the extent of the damage. Izunia had told her, earlier, what to expect, but it's one thing to see it listed out in text and another entirely to observe for herself.]

Well, that's an impressive degree of fucked up.

[She pulls her hand back, and opens the medical bag in her lap, rifling through it as she speaks.] Splint the leg to start, I think, to minimize the risk of doing anything else to it. And then I want to deal with those gunshot wounds.