Just What the Doctor Ordered

Iolaire wrinkled her nose as Sirius suggested a spar. Was he kidding? He was a million times larger than she was. He'd crush her if he stumbled. She'd be bruised and she'd get dirty. this was not appealing at all.

"Sirius, I'm a complete coward. In the event of a fight, I'd turn tail and run." Yet she hadn't with the coyotes because she couldn't leave Deathbelle by herself. Absently the woman's tongue swept over the small, crescent shaken scar on her lower lip. She'd held her own. She'd completely freaked out after, but she'd held her own.

"Ugh, I don't know. Can't I just heal and cheer all of you warriors on from the sidelines?" She gestured to her small stature. "I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I'm small. If I get attacked, I'm done for."