"[i]Charos[/i]," Jesse said softly when asked if he were a healer. From the shroud that Charos hid, rarely leaving Jesse's side, he emerged, his pale decrepit form hovering by his summoner's side. "The girl," Jesse spoke in almost a whisper, pointing towards the student who made an explosive entrance. Charos's form moved through the air with a graceful air about him, his robed hands reaching out toward the young woman. "I am," Jesse finally said acknowledging the professor, "Charos is my aide in these types of situations." The robed hands of Charos slid beneath the injured woman, passing through the solid floor beneath her as if it were air. It slowly lifted Avery as is she was weightless, her entire body seemingly being suspended as if the ground was still beneath her. Jesse approached the young woman, looking towards the professor for a moment before focusing on the girl. "I hope you don't mind," he said giving a warm smile as he extended his hands toward her leg, keeping his palms just beyond her wound. 

"If it helps, you can stare at me. Makes the process easier for some people." He said simply, his eyes focused on her most grievous wound. Slowly light began to form beneath his fingertips, flowing like waves across his entire palm until his skin was bathed in a golden light. Charos's beady black eyes were fixated on Jesse's face, patiently awaiting his next order, oblivious to the surrounding world. "So what's with the number?" Jesse asked nonchalantly, trying to distract his patient from the situation while he dealt with the wounds. "Oh, this might feel a bit strange," he decided to quickly add, moments before tendrils comprised of the light from his palms began to slide down to her leg and crawl into the wound. The sensation would be a warm flooding sensation, like drinking scotch on a cold winter evening, and would encompass her entire leg wound. Several moments would pass before the leg wound was sealed and during that time, Jesse moved one hand to her head, putting his palm which still contained some of the light against her forehead. "I'm going to see if there's anything else that needs immediate treatment." He told her matter-o-factly, looking toward the professor. "Perhaps it'd be best to find someone who belongs to this school to finish patching her up, without fully checking I'd be willing to say she broke something and fractured a few ribs."