Nola almost melted into the hug, taking comfort in the sound of Alan's heartbeat. "Yes, that was one heck of a workout!" she admits. Tristen comes over and she follows the rest to the Courtyard.
The Headmistress nodded. "Lay down." The woman complied. Headmistress hovered her hands over the wounds, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply. He hands glowed bright with white light. Her eyes flew open, and she stood again. The wounds were completely healed. She offered a hand to the woman to help her up.
Tristen came over with Bear to Alan and Nola. "We need to check on the others in the courtyard. " Tristen said worried. Alan nodded and motioned Orion and Stella over to them.
Alan nodded and picked up Nola into a hug, thankful she was alright. He put her down and sighed. "I've got a couple deep wounds but nothing too serious. This was quite a battle." He said looking around.
At the Headmistresses offer, Freda walked over, the pain clearly taking its toll now the adrenaline's wearing off. "Excuse me my dear, might I ask for your help? I've lost a fair amount of blood already, I'd rather avoid losing more!"
Midas looked around, the battlefield calm and littered with bodies. It shifted to the remains of the bank building, the last gory scene she saw when Logan carried her out. Midas blinked out of alarm, and the bank disappeared. She shakily got to her feet, kicking dirt over the puddles of her blood in the grass, and headed to Fish Dorm to tend to her wounds.
(c) sweetheart, you know it'd take a lot more to kill me!" Nola sighed. "Maybe so.. But you still need healing, let me find Orion-" Freda flapped a hand at her. "I'll find him myself, you go check on your fancy man~" Nola blushed at that but nodded, looking around for Alan. She soon found him some distance away. Much like Grandma, he was covered in blood but looked otherwise normal. "Alan!" She jogged up to fuss over him, though was careful so as not to injure him further. "Are you alright?"
Headmistress rose her voice so everyone could hear her. "Everyone. I will give you one extra hour to rest and heal up. If anyone has deep wounds, please come to me, as I am quite an accomplished healer. If I am not needed, I will be in the safe room checking on the others."
One last punch and Nola was done. She was relieved to find the rogues almost all taken care of. Allowing herself to drop and lie back in the grass for a moment, she rests a hand over her racing heart. Gods, that was a workout! "Of course /you'd/ be fine!" Nola looked up to find her grandma, injured but smiling. "Grandmother!" She jumped up, checking her over. That's a lot of blood.. "I should have shielded you.." Freda saw the worry in Nola's features; she held her face gently. "I'm fine (c)
