Angus, strangely, wasn't panicked at all. His only thoughts were for Anise. He knew she was panicked and had jumped to conclusions--a very normal rookie mistake. He had fully intended to head into the woods himself to try to find her, but Robert had stepped in not only to put out the flames but then he went quickly to assess him.
"Thanks, Ru," Angus said. "I'm fine. Really. I need to find Anise..."
"Hold still," Robert told him, assessing, working. "Let me see."
Robert found some burns on Angus' neck and down across his shoulder and up his bottom jaw and back up towards the skin behind his ear. He was noticing some burned clothing on Angus's arm and on his midsection.
"First and second degree burns on his neck, shoulder, jawline..." he told Jess. He opened Angus's shirt and slid it off, dropping it on the ground. "First and second degree burns in a bit of a splatter pattern on the left elbow. Not a cleanly cast spell, so it has a bit of a splatter pattern to the burn marks. More burns in a splatter pattern on the midsection at the bottom of the ribcage down towards the waistline. Denim, being a heavier fabric, seems to have protected the skin from the waistline on down. I'm not seeing any third degree burns, nothing really serious, not yet anyway."
"Stop," Angus sighed. "It's nothing. I need to find my daughter. She's panicking over nothing..."
"Angus," Robert said. "Marcus and Aria are on it. They'll find her..."
"She needs me. She needs to see me to see I'm okay..."
"Let me work. I'm not finished. Now, listen. You know Marcus's job is to keep people safe. If I had to handpick anyone to find her quickly and keep her safe, it would be him. We're going to let him do his job while Jess and I do ours. I'm not seeing anything serious but that doesn't mean we don't need to treat it."
Marcus wasn't sure how long this child was going to keep running, but however long it lasted, Marcus was right behind her. And then it dawned on Marcus. Anise was heading right for that damned sinkhole. He purposely apparated a distance in front of her, and he ran towards her, trying not to be seen by her, hoping to intercept her. When he got close enough, he purposely tackled her to the ground. She was screeching, and, the moment, Marcus wasn't sure if she was more angry or anguished or startled. He sat up, forcing her to sit up with him, and he wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"Listen," Marcus said. "Listen a minute. He's fine. You didn't kill anybody. I know what it looked like but, believe me, he's fine. I wouldn't lie to you. Get yourself together and breathe. He's okay."