Rita looks over the injury, her face slightly pale as she studies it. "It's not a guarantee or anything... but I can try to cauterize the wound, keep it from bleeding out." Of course, if the internal damage is too severe, it won't matter... but it's either try that and hope the horse recovers, or give him a merciful death now.

There's no time for hesitation. "I'll try it," she decides, holding her hands over the wound and conjuring flames precisely along it. The horse kicks his legs, shuddering and gasping in pain as magic sears his flesh. Rita steps back when she's finished, looking over the burnt and scarred area with uncertainty. The bleeding's stopped, but she caused the horse even greater pain and there's no telling if he'll pull through. It's hard to feel too happy about the situation.