Hale nods softly and takes Hannibal's hand softly, moving with him past the captured Crask and down the stairs after Draco, his hands pushing together once more, his middle fingers and left ring finger lowered this time, his hands glowing a pale green. He looks quite exhausted by the time he reaches Draco, putting his hands over his fallen friend, the more serious wounds and burns slowly healing up, though the minor injuries remain as Hale slowly slumps forward, too tired to hold himself upright any more.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">While the Emperor had only seen it for a breif moment, he now knew where his son went day after day for such long ammounts of time, and why he was so quiet and tired when he returned. He sighs quietly as he rests back in his throne, closing his eyes a bit, contemplating how to deal with this problem...</span>