Half-carrying Celandine towards the compliment box, Daphne tried her best not to look irritated. But she was irritated. Mostly at Borr but also at herself. Anyone else would have probably told Celandine no. No, we go get your arm fixed first but her best friend in the whole world was crying and hurt and in pain and...asking her to take her to the compliment box first.

Holding her up by the waist with one arm, she awkwardly reached for her school bag, throwing the flap open to reach in for a piece of parchment. Trapping a self-inking quill between two fingers of the same hand, she sort of dragged herself and Celly towards the table.

"Okay, baby Cela," she murmured, putting the parchment on the table and gingerly handing her the quill...would she be able to write with her good hand. "Here we are."