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Tiro MacMhuirich 
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.
Happy to be back on his own feet, Jude took a step or two away and coughed a few more times, to make sure he wouldn't fall over. When everything went okay and his footing appeared solid, Jude took a few more steps and stretched and twisted, dropping the outermost layer of his robes onto the floor.
He was going to reply to the boy who saved him, whose name he realized he didn't know, when the boy's apparent girlfriend came over and hugged him. Oh well. He tried instead to get the attention of the nurse or anyone important, "Escusmeh... Is dair anehway Oi can ge' atowl?" he asked, forcing his words to be more audible and coherent than his shaking, cold, slurring face wanted him to be.