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Unlike Crispin's jubilation, Syed's reaction seemed downright muted. He instead tore his eyes away from all that surrounded him, the broken and scorched toys, and destroyed abominations, the unconcious circus-preformers. Well this was sure a victory which didn't feel like one. He bit his lip as he shivvered. Oh, he was so tired. Nonetheless he gave Balti another thankful smile and a small bow.

He then caught sight of Crispin's fist. He recipriated, using the opportunity to get a closer look to Crispin's other hand. Oh boy that did not look pretty, all purple and swollen and with bits of bone visibly showing through under the skin. "Stop moving it!" he muttered, bending down to grab a piece of rubble as a splint and untying the golden scarf around his waist to bind it. He was no healer, but at least he could do this. "No really you need your ha-"

He paused as poor Crispin bent over to throw up again. All over Syed's shoes. Poor guy.

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Moira meanwhile remained exactly where she stood. She didn't drop her guard even now unlike the others, folding her arms stoicly as she kept her eyes on these bloody broken toys scattered around. She still didn't trust them even now.

"Aims?" she asked, looking up at the cleric. "What's actually the deal with this lot? Yeah, they're all nutters and tried to kill us, but... what's the deal?"

She knew not to ask what their deal with Amy was in particular, why they kept calling her a witch - she had her own past to hide. But in the end of the day, Amy seemed to know this place and it was mutual, so if anyone was to know it was her.