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Hazel frowned to herself. Not "one of you"? What was that supposed to mean?
She peered into the room with the candle in front of her, then stopped when Alan chuckled. She took the fabric of her sleeve and wiped off the wax, wincing as if it physically hurt. She didn't know what a first degree burn was anyway.

She sighed. Her dress wasn't going to last long in this place. She continued in the room, for once quiet, fear pounding into her heart. She hated places where she didn't know what was inside, but if there was an exit, she wanted to find it. And fast.
"A doctor?" She guessed, not caring to look back at Alan, though expected him to know that she was addressing his occupation. She'd never heard if the classification of burns and whatnot, so if he knew it, maybe he was a medical man.