Now that Carlton was safe with him, River let out a sigh as he closed the door behind him, only to realise that the boy still had his death grip on his robes. Poor kid. "Carlton..." River gently took the boy's hands and smiled down at him. "You can let go now, young man. You're safe here," he said as he gestured his head towards Rooney and Henry all cleaned up. "It's just going to be us for now, so don't worry about anything else." Because if any unauthorised person crossed their threshold, it would mean instant spraining of key muscles or broken bones...care of the Healer, himself. Intruder's choice, really.

River then led the boy to another closed off section of the quarantined room and gave Carlton his calming draught. As soon as the boy finished his potion, the Healer man began to syphon the viscous substance that was on Carlton's head and placed it in a sterile jar for examination. Other foreign objects were also carefully plucked out from the boy by his wand, and was placed in clean containers. Dried blood samples too were taken into account, just in case.

"I need you now to wash up as best as you can, and hand your soiled uniform to me." Because his clothes will be placed in a ministry approved evidence bag. "Can you do this by yourself or would you like one of the boys to help you?" Surely, the other boys wouldn't mind helping a fellow survivor? River would do it himself if Carlton needed help, but he was considerate enough not to embarrass the young boy.