Steven nodded a little, and set Jude on his feet. "Are you sure you don't want the nurse to look you over?" He asked him, simply worried about the boy. He was suddenly glad that he was tall. He didn't know what he would have done if he'd been Jude's height and that had happened.

Once the boy was on his own two feet, he undid the stopper of his own tube and downed the potion. Making a face, he groaned and ground his teeth together. Geez, could they not at least make the potions taste nice?? With a sigh, he looked up again and suddenly had an arm-full of Paris.

With a deep breath, he hugged her tightly, letting himself breath in her scent before he realised that he was dripping. He pulled back, and laughed softly, as Paris' entire front was soaking. "Ummm. I'm slightly wet sweetheart." He said with a laugh. He really wished someone would dry him off.