Bruce listens to her story, nodding while she speaks and rummaging through his supplies at the same time. A few moments and he's got out some containers with poultice and salves within, all of which he puts them all in a line on the table before he glances back at her.

"A bit more than a couple of days," he says with a sympathetic smile on his face. "That hand--" he gestures to the one with the lesser burns, "Will be fine after about three to four days, but the other one is going to take at least two weeks to be fully usable."

Probably not the news she was hoping to hear, but Bruce didn't want to lie to her either. A person's condition and health was important and the last thing he wanted was for people to go beyond what their limits should be at the time. It certainly wouldn't end well for anybody.