Hearing the slow footsteps from behind, Oliver turned to look at his fifth year friends. Poor Sarah was having a real struggle waking. He heard her words and her prefecty tone of voice and attempted a smile but it quickly turned into a grimace. Ok.. so no smiling for a while – how very apt. But.. at least he knew she actually cared.

And in answer to her question, No.. he hadn't informed the healer, and no.. he wasn't going to either. “You just get yourself sorted out, okay?” He said to the prefect.

He stood back while his friends were healed, listening to Ms Ashford as she addressed Sarah. Bed rest and relaxation.. that sounded so appealing right now. He glanced at Miranda. “Okay?” He whispered to her. He had no doubt she felt the same way as him. Exhausted, drained and guilty as hell.

Hearing Roxy, Oliver merely nodded to the little girl's words, his mind elsewhere right now... but he heard her address the healer about his injuries. NOOO! He frowned and looked down at her. “Shut it.” He mimed.. but it was too late because the healer had heard her! Dammit. No!

He lowered Roxxy to the floor as she requested and took a pace backwards, about to protest to Ashford that he was fine and didn't need to be healed - but she was already applying some gloop to his injuries. Guuuaaaah! He flinched away from her but it didn't take him too long to realise that it wasn't nearly as bad as he feared. Still, that didn't stop him from closing his eyes and taking a nervous shaky breath as she did what she was doing. Stupid lame fear.

When she was done, he opened his eyes and looked at her, blinking. “Thanks.” He mumbled then swallowed, realising that it was a lot less painful to do so now.

Miranda smiled, or tried to, but she was feeling quite tired, as Sarah spoke to her. "Ofcourse, Sarah... You're my friend." She gave the Prefect's hand a gentle squeeze but straightened up when she mentioned that Miranda had also better get some Healer attention. But, Miranda didn't feel there was a need to, it was just some scratches-

But before she knew it, Ashford was all up in her face, plastering some ointment on her. Miranda made a face, and like a little child, tried so very hard not to turn her head away from the woman. Great, now she was probably going to look like a...something weird. "Thankyou." She said softly and turned around. Next stop; wash the crap away.

Her head snapped around at Roxxy's voice. "Yes, we're... okay." All right was probably not the most fitting word right now. Miranda atleast wasn't better that okay. Not yet anyway. "How are you? You feel better?" The little girl did look it.

Miranda watched as the Healer treated Oliver aswell and was happy he was going to get his jaw fixed. It looked like it hurt. She nodded at Oliver. Atleast he knew the right word to use. But she didn't look at him, instead turnning to the Prefect.

Allright, according to the Healer's orders - bedrest for Sarah. "Come on Sarah, let's get you up to the dorm and ready for the feast, yeah?" Looking back to see if the other's were following, Miranda once again helped Sarah to stand up and then headed out the door.