<span style="color: #BFFFFF">Going home?<br/><br/>Yoeri blinked in surprised at the way the young child tried to rush off. The more she looked at her, the more convinced she was that she had to be twelve. That didn’t explain why she had so many books—but maybe she was visiting a sibling. Either way, if she was going back home she better be living in a classroom here at the school, or she would have to walk through the war outside.<br/><br/></span><span style="color: #80BFFF">“Wait,”</span><span style="color: #BFFFFF"> Yoeri called, walking after the girl. She caught up quickly with her long legs. She was a teacher here. She wasn’t going to let this girl wander off during a crisis. Her heels clicked against the floor and she stood slightly blocking the child’s way. </span><span style="color: #80BFFF">“Are you lost? It’s pretty crazy outside. Why don’t you go to the nurse?”</span><span style="color: #BFFFFF"> She assumed they had to have a nurse at the school. </span><span style="color: #80BFFF">“Or let me help you through the crowd?”</span><span style="color: #BFFFFF"> She was the Health teacher, after all, new or not. It would feel kind of wrong to ignore a possible student (though she had no idea why a twelve year old would be a student) with a health problem. </span>