"Where there's smoke, there's fire," said telly, repeating the old adverb. There was a sheen of sweat on his face from the effort... The tapestry was almost as heavy as the girl, and the two combined made for difficult lifting, especially in an awkward package like her. He wanted to wipe his face with his hands, but figured it might not be the best thing to do... He had no idea how this madness was communicated between the students, though he was sure it had something to do with germs, pathogens, something like that.<br/><br/>He instead used his bare forearm, wiping his forehead free of sweat, and the area around his mouth. "We've been gone too long, let's check on the others. And try to think of some way to get out of here..."