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[The majority of the entry is, in fact, a giant splodge of yellow ink.]

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[helmetdoesnothing]

[Mituna yelps when the staircase moves and he's pulled back, though which of those two things caused the noise is anyone's guess. He clings onto Chiara's arm, though at the same time doesn't seem to want to be doing it, and as soon as he can he lets go of her and scoots away to put a bit of space between them.

The pressure that had been placed on his leg has bruised the skin, and it can be easily seen through the tear in his trousers no doubt caused by his initial struggles to get free. He shudders once, flexing his fingers anxiously, and pokes at the bruises and shallow cuts on his skin.]

[tomatatas]

[She lets him scramble free as soon as he's clear of the stairs, taking a few minutes to catch her breath herself. She's only small herself, she really shouldn't be hauling around teenage boys.

Finally she takes one last deep breath and shifts, her movements slow and careful.] Mist- Mituna? I would like to take a quick look at your leg if I can, just in case I do need to take you to the hospital wing. But you're lucky I have so many siblings, healing spells were one of the first things I picked up.

Will that be okay?

[helmetdoesnothing]

[At first, he folds his fingers over his leg defensively, but when she asks, his expression twists uncertainly and he nods, letting his hands drop. There's nothing too badly damaged, it's just bruised and a little scraped.]

Okay.

[tomatatas]

Grazie.

[She gives him a small, but warm smile before gently checking over his leg. Having 4 siblings younger that you helps teach you to work it all out quickly yet gently. It's not too damaged, and it's easy to tap gently with her wan d and murmur a soft] Episkey. [And volia, good as new]

Well it should be fine now, but if you start having and problems, please go to the Hospital Wing, ok?

[And then, getting up, she offers a hand to him, just in case]

[helmetdoesnothing]

[It's more that he can't really be trusted to keep his balance than an inability to actually get up on his own that he takes her hand. Once on his feet, he squints one eye half shut for a moment as his body regains equilibrium, then lets go of her.]

... Thankth profethsor.

[tomatatas]

[She lets him go as soon he pulls free, knowing how much he struggles with being touched. A strange thing for her, with all her siblings being so physical.]

Pre.. You're welcome. If it, or anything else happens, you can send a message straight to my journal if you'd like.

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He flexes his fingers a little once he's let go of her, but doesn't seem too stressed by it.]

I'll remember.

[tomatatas]

[She takes the time to straighten her own skirt, giving him a slight nod before turning]

Very good. I'll see you in class then Mr Captor, hopefully uninjured.