"Don't suppose those healers have medical degrees," she replies a little dryly, rolling her shoulders stiffly. Well, whatcha gonna do? She's just ready for it, honestly. Patent medicines, someone trying to strap a chicken to her or shovel a bezoar down her throat.

Alex huffs out a breath, looks between Alacruun, and then to Newt, taking a step close to see if he needs propping up, as she peels off one of the gloves and shows that yep, she sure does have one of those there marks. "Come on, mate," she murmurs to the wizard. "We get warmed up, I promise you can have another cuddle with Beauregard." (Which is the koalas name, by the by, though the little thing can't currently be seen for how its burrowed against her chest.)

"'Pain laser' is good, I was thinking 'rave lighting,' but your one is catchier." And more accurate, it seems, as Alex makes a face of discomfort.