Emily's smile faded, she suddenly felt guilty for weighing in; no wonder no one else jumped in to help. She didn't agree with such rules but held her tongue, it was the last thing Rila needed was to have the werewolf rules of combat to be slandered by a witch. She came from a peaceful background, any witch or psychic she had encountered were family friends or nomads; none of them were violent or territorial. Witches believed in the power of three, whatever she gave out would come back at her threefold which is why she opted for good. Emily swallowed hard at the realisation that sore muscles might not be the only thing she'd be receiving for attacking that boy. She would have to meditate later to bring balance. "It's just in my nature to not let someone stand alone, hopefully that'll be the last of any fights for us," she said with a wink.<br/><br/>Following Marcus in, Alixan introduced himself to the girls. Emily smiled and thanked him again for helping her. While Rila was being seen to, Alixan could hear the stomping of approaching footsteps. "I think the teachers are coming, we better go," he said to Marcus. "Nice meeting you both, get well soon," he said hastily to the girls as they left through the second exit, hoping not to get caught on their way back to class.<br/><br/>The head mistress of the school and head of the first years marched in and stood beside Rila's bed. "Will someone please explain to me what happened?" the head mistress asked, her lips pursed and eyebrow raised.