Braeden groaned miserably as he walked into the waiting room, not so much because his broken nose hurt and his forehead was throbbing but because he was here. Again. Though, last time, he had only been accompanying the injured; whereas this time he was the injured. But at least Ellie had kept her promise and accompanied him, so that made him feel the slightest bit better (though he'd never admit it), but... still. Who knew what Healer Moretti was going to do to his nose?! Oh, and if there was something she could do about the burnt ends of his hair and his ash-covered face, that'd be awesome.

Moping like a scolded little kid, Braeden plopped down onto one of the seats, still holding Ellie's handkerchief (which was now spotted with red) to his nose. "I think I might owe you a new handkerchief after this," he said, turning to the girl with one of his goofy smiles.

And now to wait.