<span style="color: #FFBF00">"Easy Zane. You fell from one of the school building's roof. It's alright be a little bit disoriented." She doesn't know what to tell him about what caused his fall. Serra hadn't said much on the matter, but she suspects that Stella hadn't told Serra that much in the first place. "Stella had you brought here so you could recover with out being jammed in somewhere in the mess through out the rest of the building." She gestures to things laying on the side table. "Do you want something?"<br/><br/> Due the heat from his arm the ice Tetramis had done earlier is starting to melt. The trickles of water leave pinkish trails in their wake as they trail down his face. Although it might be considering treating him like a child she grabs a wash cloth off the table, not liking the sight of blood on his features. "Hold still Zane. I'll be right back." After running the cloth under the faucet she returned to his side. "Here Zane. Wipe the blood off your face," she says offering it out to him.</span>