Metallic clatter rang as Yvonne tore a part of her melted hauberk away, a miraculously uninjured fingertip pulling it as far as it would give while the good hand went to town with her trusty old sword. Links continued to fall off until she completely ripped a line through, then she slipped out of it like an old shirt that had somehow shrunken while she had it on. The gambeson underneath followed soon, partially burnt into an uneven heap and therefore just shredded to get it out of the way faster. That left her with only her chest binding, revealing the angry red blisters travelling up her left arm around a line of deeper burn. Similar mark was on her sides, while blackened flesh clung to her temple like a patch of plague.

[b][color=#a4161a]"Oho, is that a healing draught I see? Nice. Fancy ones too."[/color][/b] The salves were forgotten the moment her attention caught the potion, hobbling to grab one of the healing potion sealed in fancy wax. She bit through it to pull out the cork, spitting it out alongside bits of wax before chugging the entire thing down.

She frowned rather fierce after the fact.

[b][color=#a4161a]"Dead fucking gods, what's in that thing? Taste viler than the usual fare."[/color][/b]