With Rila conscious and Finn apologizing, Emily felt that it was time to step back. Her hand slipped away from his back as she quietly maneuvered herself towards the door. She watched from the doorway, she wanted to give them some space but still keep an eye in case anything went awry. Alone with her thoughts; she considered how she would approach her punishment. Already she felt the urge to lift objects with her mind, it has been a long while since she has done everything mundanely, nonetheless she will try to persevere until the guidance councilor grants her a pass. Yet the thought of a guidance councilor made her stomach twirl.<br/>Eventually she pushed down unnerving thoughts and focused her eye on Rila and Finn, offering them a consoling smile when the atmosphere become tense. She hoped that they would get along; werewolves should stick together, she thought.<br/><br/>Alixan gulped. Hastily he made his way to the weapons bin; there he found many blunted and coarse weaponry, some even broken. He chose the lightest, most intact, thing he could find, a dagger the length of his forearm. It bore symbols which he could not decipher, perhaps Wiccan or Fae, he thought to himself. With the dagger in his dominant hand, he approached the coach and took position. He gathered his breath and prepared for the hit; he had already admitted defeat.