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Nodding, she was unsure of what to make of everything. All she wanted right now was just to get more answers, find Bul, and get the heck out of here. It was a little too loud, and rough in this place at the moment. Thankfully, things seemed to die down a bit. Hopefully now, the other students would be able to focus on healing. Herself, on the other hand, would prefer to just go back to her dorm or something and heal. When her fear was in full force, or close too again, then maybe she could come back and offer assistance if it was needed. But she was sure, by then, most of the students would have recovered.

"Yeah.." She glanced to Pepin and Riley, watching them a moment before shifting her gaze to Willow as she held out her hand for her to take. Reaching up, she accepted the assistance up and steadied herself when back on her feet. "Lets get out of here, yeah?"

Exiting

Muka just stood, fidgetted, and eventually made his way out of the infirmary. he was feeling better, had no injuries and wasn't needed. Let the loved ones share their time.

He'd like a nap.

[EXIT]

Now that things had settled down, the baku felt as if she could practically collapse from a mixture of relief and exhaustion. That net trap had drained a lot of FEAR from her, and she had a feeling that she would be out cold for a couple of hours the moment she reached her dorm room and hit her bed.

...Mm, sleep. That sounded really tempting now.

With a last wave to remaining familiar faces, Xiu turned to leave.

[ Exiting ]

"What do you think I am doing?" Cricket replied. "I am not a water toy that spews water and vomit everywhere, unlike some people." She might have been referencing the event at the eating contest with the Terror Warrior. Just maybe.

"Unfortunately, what my body does is more complicated than just purging anything right out of it." she noted, coughing a few more times, more of the black sludge coming along with it, right out the window (hopefully nobody was walking along underneath that....) before she straightened up. "And observation is something worth taking no matter the situation. If another student were to walk in with these symptoms, I'd need to know what to look for symptom wise.

There is a bigger picture after all."

Christof had gone still and quiet once he had finished with Mort, tensing when Amrita had flung herself on him, but had no idea what to do beyond that.

The shout that permeated his mind nearly made him leap away from Amrita's tight clinging- Mistress was alive! His grip on the undead ghoul beside him tightened, his head craning around to Riley's bedside in frantic need to see her move, a tentacle twitch-

She was alive.

The idea that Riley could have died had occurred to him. It had crawled out from the dark recesses of his chest to twist it's fingers in his organs and snarling in his mind.

There was Master Barth but... Mistress was Mistress. It was something he couldn't explain to anyone, especially not to someone like Calder... something only she and Master Barth seemed to even comprehend. He needed her, needed what she represented, and the idea of losing that... it would be like losing a vital Part. a vital Part that could not be replaced easily. One that would hurt to lose.

He wanted to run to her, to beg to help, to tell her how terrified he was... But that wouldn't have begun to cover it. Instead he stood, shifting on the spot as people milled to her bedside, listening to snippets of conversation and only half comprehending them. Something about the Hunters... something about the nurse being ill... something about insanity... it didn't matter.

Mistress was alright.

After many students were starting to mill out of the office, he shifted forward silently. She had both Jericho and Malodore now. She would be alright. She didn't need him. Without wanting to interrupt, he moved to crouch behind the foot of her cot on the floor, content to quietly wait until he could possibly be useful.

Somewhere below the Nurses office walking along side Shehk, Sammy was blessed to have a bit of Riley fall on her shoulder.

She was really not amused about this.

At some point she probably also deserved that anyway.

Edel quite nearly panicked when Moure's head began to slide off, relaxing slightly when it didn't. “A-Alright then” Edel said this only because the really did not want to see the patchwork boil fall apart into pieces any further. The ghoul noticed that Moure had intended to reach for the needle and thread nearby so she took it upon herself to get the two items. Perhaps she could just fix his hand back on ... The frost demon looked at the patchwork boil hesitantly.

Threading the needle, the ghoul began to sew Moure's hand back on. “Does it hurt?” she asked, concerned. She had been sewing rather gingerly thus far, wincing each time she pierced his flesh with the needle. In terms of getting his hand reattached, her work wasn't too shabby (she did know how to sew) but there was the constant worry that she was using the wrong stitch.

As for Moure's last question, the ghoul only turned around to look at the nurse after she was done with the last stitch. She had paid Moure too much attention to notice the spectacle earlier. “Yes, I guess so... why?” Edel snipped the end of the thread and handed the needle over to Moure. Glancing down at her work, Edel could not help but ask, “Is this alright?”

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