"Not shot," Araceli manages after squeezing Avery's hand back but when she goes to get to her feet herself, her leg doesn't want to support her, sending her back down to ground so she inches across the floor to fumble a poultice.

There's no art to slapping it over the bite once she's got the ruined mess of her trousers out of the way, holding it with the left hand as she bandages with the right. Gritting her teeth against the burn, she manages a tight smile when she watches Avery go.

"Adelaide-" and when has Araceli ever called her Adelaide? Madame LeBlanc if she has something related to work, Dama de Oro when she is teasing but she can't help it. "Do you need anything?" Her blade is back in her hand, and she can't fight again but she's inched her way back to Ruby, and she'll stay here until they're leaving.