In her mind, Helen heard Ignis' complaints and protests as his heat shifted, draining him when he collided with the Ice spirit. It ceased  moment later after Nahor's attack made a direct hit and steam filled the bar end, aiding Ignis with some aid. It was little surprise the pair worked well together especially since they had complimentary elements. Helen continued to ignore her spirits, able to battle without her guidance, a trait of good training, while tending to Pierce. She had lifted the boy's legs upright with her thigh to elevate them. Meanwhile, her fingers fumbled at the clasp on her medical bag. They slipped twice in her hasty to get it open thanks to her mind trying to edge into a frenzy panic. Finally, after struggling with it, the clasp clicked open and her hand purged inside to withdraw  needed items, including a vial of adrenaline and a syringe. She didn't aim to use them but having them on hand in the worse case scenario was comforting.

Namely if the boy went into extreme shock from unknown factors, something that still happened if rarely in her experience. 

Perice's hand clamped over his wounded arm and tried to seep the bleeding, his shirt in a sorry state, as Helen forcefully peeled his fingers away. She hated being extreme in her handling but the boy was in too much pain to listen. And she had to work quickly. She cut away the fabric material to reveal the wound underneath and examined for any shards or foreign material in the injury. Helen felt relief when she noted there wasn't anything inside it. Cleaning it and binding it, she shoved her items into the bag just to close it up tightly. It was little surprise the boy looked paler than sour milk. The doctor had just finished up when the Rider decided to unleash a steam canister causing her to curse under her breath. 

[color=pink]“Adonai, the girl,” [/color]Helen hissed and spotted Sira padding up, in his wake the child followed closely. Her eyes were widen and terrified at seeing her brother in a sorry state. 

However, she couldn't sooth the child now. Not while the room was filling up with fog and everyone was quickly retreating, seeking the outside. Her arms cradled the boy as she snatched up her bag, her gun safely in her waist band of her skirt, before ushering her way out. Nahor's image shimmered and vanished, his spirit being recalled for the moment. Sira on the other hand was kept out should something be attempted that they weren't aware of. A flash spell that only hit enemies was much easier to control than another attack that hit everyone. 

[color=pink]“Stick close to Adonai,” [/color]Helen stated and pushed the girl's terrified figure toward her husband. Her eyes met his, a slight pleading, then followed his lead outside to the plaza. Her mind whipped to Ignis, easing her worry when she addressed the spirit's condition. [color=pink][i]Ignis? Your condition? We're heading out to the plaza with the children in toll and I hope you can meet us out there.[/i][/color]