Every step they took down the mountain on their slippery footing was terrifying. But, as the ground gradually came closer, the fear faded and was replaced by relief. They set up another igloo at the base of the mountain and crawled inside for some much deserved rest. Only then was Heather's injury noticed.<br/><br/>Ijemaru examined the way heather half her wrist and frowned. "You're hurt," he said, rather accusingly.<br/><br/>That drove Battler and Ebisu to turn to look at their team's sole female. Battler looked worried. He thought maybe he'd heard a strange popping sound when they almost fell off the cliff, and he'd felt Heather's grip loosen after that, but, well, the thought that she'd been injured somehow hadn't hit him until Ijemaru pointed it out.<br/><br/>"Seriously?" Ebisu said, surprised. "Where? Your wrist?" He started shuffling through the skaters' storage compartments, looking for first aid supplies. Triumphantly, he held up a roll of bandages. "Aha! Anybody here know first aid?"<br/><br/>"You don't?" Ijemaru asked, raising an eyebrow at the Graecian.<br/><br/>"I may have played hooky that day," Ebisu responded, rubbing the back of his head.<br/><br/>"It isn't just one day," the elite pointed out suspiciously. "It's a semester-long class--required before you can be released to field duty--" he gave a glance to Battler, "in most cases."<br/><br/>Ebisu gave a nervous laugh. In truth, he'd had to retake first aid class three times and had failed every one. They let him onto the field anyway because Graecia was always short-handed, and a Graecian's tougher build made them less likely to be hurt in battle in the first place.<br/><br/>"Well, whatever. You know it, right, Mr. Know-it-all?" He tossed Ijemaru the bandages. "You patch her up."<br/><br/>Ijemaru felt some color rush to his pallid cheeks for some reason, and he caught the bandages. He sighed and came over to Heather. "Is it broken?" He asked. "Can you move your fingers?"