Zhenya actually had no idea what happened. She didn't even know what her name was, but she assumed the woman had fainted, been knocked out, or something similar. Zhenya was about to open her mouth to say she wasn't entirely sure what happened, but the man, thankfully, got there first. He knew. Zhenya watched as Healer Murdoch pulled out some smelling salts and put them under the woman's nose. Zhenya wanted to know what was in the salts, but now wasn't the time to ask. Instead, she watched, tense, hoping the woman woke up, and decided to list off the injuries or other problems once the woman was awake and stable.



Zhenya was just trying to shove a few supplies in the pockets of her robes and walk back to Ilia, when another student offered to help her. Zhenya stopped and looked at her with relief. "Yes! Um," she looked around. What needed doing first? "I think I should look at Ilia's leg first and cover that. Could you help me with that?" she asked, and turned to walk back to Ilia, hoping the student had helped. Daisy, she believed her name to be.

Good, Ilia was okay with her looking at her leg. "Daisy here is just going to give me a hand too, I hope that's okay," she added for good measure. Hmm, it looked quite painful. "What happened?" she asked, whilst looking at the cut. She pulled her wand out and pointed it to her hands, changing to do each one, and cleaned them. She wished she had a wound-cleaning potion, although she was reluctant to do anything incase she made it worse.

The saline solution would just help a tiny bit until Healer Murdoch could have a look at it. "I'm just going to dab at it with this wet gauze, then I'll put some fresh wet gauze on and then bandage it, just to keep it a bit more clean and protected until Healer Murdoch gets here," she explained. She took one bit of saline soaked gauze and dabbed it around the outside of the wound to clean some of the blood, then she got a fresh piece and dabbed the cut, just dabbing, to try and clean it a little. Once that was done, she got another few fresh pieces, soaked with saline, and pressed them gently to the cut. "Daisy can I get you to start wrapping the bandage around whilst I hold this gauze in place?" she asked the young lion. She didn't want the gauze to flop off. "How's that feeling Ilia?" she asked, hoping it wasn't painful. She tried to be careful.



Zhenya gave Lux a small smile as she watched her down the goblet again. Oh, she must not have been given water or anything. "Aguamenti," she said, refilling the goblet. She knew Lux needed a bit of food otherwise she would probably faint or something. "Oh, I have something," she said, and rummaged in her pockets for the chocolate bar. Only two measly squares remained, "It's not much sorry, hopefully it will help a little until something more substantial comes," she said, handing it to Lux. She didn't want her to faint from low blood sugar levels.

All Zhenya wanted to do was give Lux a big hug, a lot of food, and tuck her in bed with a potion to help her enter a deep, dreamless state. She didn't have any of those things, though, but hoped to Merlin that the food would come soon.

And then Adi mentioned her training already. She smiled and nodded, "Healer Murdoch wouldn't let us join search and rescue, but she said I could help her with the less major injuries." Even though it was awful why she was helping, and she would have preferred the acromantula debacle never to have happened, being able to help Healer Murdoch was an awesome experience.


Zhenya offered a small smile to Cinna, glad her help wasn't unwelcome. And then Cinna sat up quite suddenly, and Zhenya tried to keep a subtle eye on her just in case the sitting up too quick made her feel a bit faint. She seemed okay. But then Zhenya realised why she had sat up so suddenly.

Headmistress Truebridge was retiring? WHAT?! And... well, leaving Professor Botros in her place. But that was just... just... Zhenya didn't have a word for it. Professor Botros seemed to be trying to be reasonable and talk about it, and even though Zhenya hadn't been taken by the beasts, nor had she seen the state of their holdings, she realised the trauma would be enough to make anyone not want to return. That was a sad thought. But if it did happen, Zhenya could quite easily picture Professor Botros as Headmaster.