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Racing into the area, the Illusions teacher, followed by the Aquatics Director, stopped just outside the courts. The redhead huffs, out of breath, while his friend gently shoves past him to search the area. His features remained colder than usual, focused on the task at hand. Not seeing her, he glanced over his shoulder, gaze locking onto the redhead moving swiftly in the opposite direction. Spinning on his heel, the spirit moves to follow him. He didn't question the other man; he never did. Adney knew what he was doing, and he had never steered Pyry wrong. He ran, catching up to his friend and passing him as he spotted the form of the girl he had been with only hours prior. He knelt before her, reaching out to lift her chin gently. Blood and bruises covered the girl, and long gone was the gentle, easily flustered spirit. He was overly calm; his features cold, and more distant than before. He looked to the side, letting Adney examine the girl more closely after he himself had made sure she was breathing. He sat back on his heels, waiting patiently as his friend reported the damage. "There's a cut on her head, which is where most of the blood is from. It isn't deep, but head wounds always bleed a lot.... there are a lot of small scratches and bruises, but nothing fatal." he moved on, his fingers light against her skin. He stopped at her arm, running his fingertips gently over it. "This is probably broken." he stood and stepped back, pulling his faded scarf from around his neck. It was his favorite scarf, one his mother had made for him all those years ago; but blood would wash out, and the girl was more important right now. He handed it to Pyry, who gently wrapped it around her arm, tying it in place so that it wouldn't jostle too much.

"Rye, we need to get her to the infirmary...." the other man simply nodded, laying his hands gently on the broken arm. The temperature in his hands dropped, becoming cold as ice to numb the pain in case she awoke while he was carrying her. After making sure her arm would be numb, but not so cold as to cause frostbite, he slipped his arms from his jacket, laying it over her gently. Giving one final glance to his friend, he lifted the girl effortlessly into his arms once more. He turned gently, allowing Adney to lead the way to the Infirmary.

{Exit: Infirmary. She can wake up there.}