Wiping her tears, Emily pushes herself up and staggers towards the infirmary. Alixan follows her closely, finally wrapping his hand around her waist as she struggled. He was the perfect height for her to rest against. She smiles softly and thanks the little dragon. The witch avoids looking at the unconscious boy, as the guilt would have made her feel sick.<br/>When they arrive at the nurse, she is sat on the bed and is cleaned up. Once the blood was gone, the only thing that ailed Emily was exhaustion and soreness, she thanked the heavens that she hadn't been physically hit like Rila. Suddenly thinking of the werewolf, she bolts out of the bed. The nurses fight her and insist that she return to the bed but Emily must see if Rila is alright. As Marcus escorts the werewolf in, Emily sighs with relief and rushes to her side.<br/>"Rila, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. Are you okay? Do you need anything?" She takes Rila to the bed and pets her gently. "Please, be okay," she sobbed.<br/><br/>Alixan takes a step back and turns to Marcus. "Some first day, eh?"