<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dcdcdc">“Yes. Storm will show you the way.” As he spoke Storm entered the room. <br/>
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Her frosted look from earlier was gone, though the expression she wore now was only slightly better. She was trying anyway. She knew how persuasive Magneto could be, but the mutants here had enough problems, they shouldn't have to fear one of their own kind. <br/>
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“You two will have to share. There's only one room available in the boys dormitories.” She told them, her tone neutral. She led them down the hall way towards the elevators. “The kitchen is just over there if you get hungry later. If you need to find anything else and I'm not around you can ask any of the students...though going to one of the other teachers would probably be better.” By that she meant the teachers would show more restraint, where as the students who knew of the attack, which was probably everyone by now, would be more likely to pick a fight.<br/>
</span><br/>XoXoXoX<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">Holly sat patiently on the exam table while Rowan tended to the cut on her lip, applying some cream to help heal it faster and prevent infection. She barely said two words to Holly and it seemed like Holly was guilty simply by association. “So...this is a big place huh?” She asked, trying to get rid of some of the tension in the room through idle chit chat. <br/>
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“Uh huh.” Rowan answered as she put the lid back on the jar of cream and put it away. “Now take off your shirt and jacket...I saw you favoring your ribs earlier.” She said. <br/>
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Holly obliged, though it took a minute. She had to work not to move her arm to high or fast to stop herself from moving her side to much. When she was done she set her shirt beside her. She felt incredibly self conscious sitting there only in her skirt and bra. <br/>
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Rowan soon returned to her side, bandages in hand.</span>