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Green Tent
Those words weren't quite what he expected to hear from the Salamander and it took him a moment as to what she meant. But then Jericho remembered the warnings he gave as far as field trips went and the general dangers. She first hand got to see what he meant, along with others who didn't know of these things before hand.

'It'll all work out in the end," he said quietly to her before looking back towards Willow.

"Yeah don't worry. Mal knows what its doing. Bul will be patched up in no time."

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Amrita could feel it. The way he was stitching her up now felt different to every other time her hand had fallen off, or the first time she lost her face plate. It was different, it was...wrong, in her mind. She wanted to tell him to stop, but she couldn't bring herself to try to give him an order. It just wasn't going to happen.

"C-Chris...?" She murmured slowly, confused when he just seemed to stare. Was he...was he actually taking her suggestion to heart...?! Confusion turned to complete surprise when he pulled her into a hug, feeling something strange twist in the pit of her stomach. Chrisof...never hugged her. Not really. Of the few embraces they shared and with the exception of the quick hug back in the Human World, it was because she initiated it; she demanded it and he humored her. But this...this was all his doing, and she couldn't describe how she felt about that.

It was a touching sort of good, where she felt like she had done something fantastic to earn this great honor. The ghoul inhaled a shakey breath as though threatening to cry, and wrapped her arms around him once more, hugging as best as she could and as close as she could muster, her face buried against his shoulder.

Prpl Tent

Herryk nodded at the professor, offering a shaky smile at Malcom's reassuring pat on his arm. If it was possible, Herryk would've been drained of color at the mention of stitches. His own stomach twinged as he imagined the pain and discomfort that Freya must be in, but he didn't want to be anything but smiles for Freya. She didn't need him simpering and sobbing over her. She needed him to be strong, and he would be in front of her. It would only be in private that he would let himself break.

"Herryk will look after Freya," the draugr assured the profession, scooting to perch on the edge of Freya's cot.

"Shh, shh," he hushed Freya immediately when she made an attempt to rise from her resting position. His gut wrenched at her softly spoken words. Of course he'd come. He was glad that she hadn't doubted it for a minute. The corner of his mouth lifted up in a half-smile.

"Rest a little, Freya, and then Herryk will take you back to your dorm." He smiled weakly, trying to keep any sign of upset out of his voice.

Blue Tent

"As you wish," Malodore said, uneasily. It still didn't like the idea but it wasn't sure it had the authority to override the patient's own decision and will. "The burns are... well, I would expect them to be painful for quite some time, unless your race exhibits an especial healing factor... welts and shoulder lacerations, I should bandage those."

The burn salve was in the other tent, of course. It would have to deal with that later. One thing at a time. "I noticed when you entered that you had a limp... do you have any idea what caused that?" It mentally decided that if it was a broken bone, it was calling Nurse Cricket no matter what Bul said. As it spoke, it got out bandages and gently dabbed the painkilling salve onto the welts and whip-inflicted cuts on Bul's shoulders.

"My name is Malodore, by the way," it added, by way of conversation. Then a familiar purple figure entered, and it bobbed its head at her.

What news, mia cara? It brushed its thoughts against her, along with a quick burst of affection - though it's worry would also be easily detectable. What in Jack's name had happened over the few short hours the others had been gone?

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She almost dropped the spookie she'd been nibbling on, but even as she tried to catch it, it crumbled in her hands.

Like Red's bones had.

Just that small action brought her mind back to the chaos of the battlefield, and Vieve sat trembling, covered in crumbs, not even moving to shake them off.

"It won--" she caught herself there, uncertain about everything. "It.." It was just.. hard for her to say anything, right now. Being captured. Almost turned into a weapon. Hunters. Red's death. She knew she'd sworn to get stronger at some point in time that she couldn't even remember now, but would it... all.. work out?

Fumbling, she reached inside her bag and pulled out the small glass bottle.

"Red," she said, pressing it into Jericho's hand. "This was.. Red."

They were safe in Halloween, she was sure of that much. There wasn't even any real need to go back to the human world, or other places, if she didn't want to- she could just not sign up for field trips, next time. She could try her best to pretend none of this had ever happened, she could block it out, and go on living her life. But deep inside, the salamander was sure that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't forget what had happened.

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JD grimaced and shook his arm where she touched it.

"What's your deal? You guys just got back from a field trip. Shouldn't you be like, excited or something?"

Field trips meant not having to go to class, and, as far as the boil was concerned, that was awesome.

Blue Tent

Malodore's affectionate nudge was responded to in kind, and she gave him a gentle look before turning her eyes to Bul, and listening intently. She had the capability of answering Malodore simultaneously, during this time. These words were heard only by Malodore.

I haven't gotten all of the details, but from what I know, it was another human hunter attack. They seem to have prevailed in one respect - Christof told me that Red has passed on. Whether or not she will reform remains a mystery.

Willow mentioned that you may need to speak with me. Her eyes sharpened as her thoughts became public again, and thinned as she regarded him carefully. I know that you have all been through some traumatic experiences, but you must know I am here for you. Are you sure there is nothing you wished to tell me?

Blue Tent

"Hm, perhaps... I will examine it in a moment," Malodore replied to Bul, looking at the offending leg. First things first. It gently began to bandage up Bul's shoulders. "You should put on fresh bandages every day until the cuts have scabbed over. Keep the wounds clean, don't over-exert yourself - try not to engage in anything strenuous with your arms, or you'll re-open the wounds and increase the risk of scarring..."

Then Riley mentioned Red, and the plague doctor's eyes widened behind the lenses. It tilted forward slightly in surprise, then straightened and composed itself once more, its wings rustling behind it. I... I will need more information from you later, mia cara. From everyone, I should think. A wave of anxiety and worry came along with the words before Malodore focused once more and locked away those emotions to deal with later.

"Now, then," it said to Bul, crouching to lift the injured leg. "Where does it hurt?"