While being carried by the teacher Auequas through the empty hallways, Burushi prayed that the amount of mana she regained would be enough to help Zoemi, whatever the wounds he had suffered.
The elderly woman brought her to a room that looked like it was a resting room for servants, there were chairs and tables here and there and even a few couches, and the blond girl was sure that she never was there or even seen it before.
"Ah...!"
He doesn't look all that bad... did he suffer internal damage...?!|
On one of them, Burushiitto spotted Zoemi and gasped, while her thoughts raced in an attempt to figure out what was wrong with him and which spell should she use to heal him the most efficient way before even examining him.
The black-haired boy himself seemed to be sleeping, although he was greenishly pale as if he was nauseous too, still there were no traces of any major discomfort...
"Alright, now get me over to him so I can use my... Eh...?"
