Cassandra eyed Eris, who seemed a little bit unstable, as if something wasn't quite right, or she was overwhelmed. A bit worried, Cassandra watched her, and so heard Eris cry out that she couldn't take it anymore. Couldn't take what? Had something happened? Was Eris hurt? Concerned for what could potentially be her only friend, Cassandra rose, shoving her notebook into her pack and swinging it over her shoulder, starting down the stairs. 

She lost sight of Eris as she hurried out, and Cassandra stood in the halfway, listening for any sign of Eris, as she thought where she might go. Where would she go? Cassandra knew if she was feeling flustered, she'd escape to the bathroom, to try and compose herself. Perhaps Eris would do that too.

So Cassandra went to the nearest bathroom, hearing glass shatter. Alarmed, concerned, Cassandrs hurried forward, pushing the door open, studying the scene, quickly. Both Eris and the bathroom were soaked, Eris looked slightly crazed, the mirror was shattered and Eris was bleeding. Bleeding and not doing anything about it!

[color=f6989d]"Eris!"[/color] Cassandra said, her voice almost painfully loud in the small room, echoing back at her, but it cracked like a whip, as she sought to snap Eris out of whatever was happening. Stepping around the water, Cassandra grabbed some toilet paper from the toilet, wrapping it around her hand several times before approaching Eris, kicking shards of class away as she grabbed Eris's bleeding hand. Quickly checking to make sure there was no glass in the wound, Cassandra pressed the toilet paper wad to it, putting pressure that was probably painful to Eris, but at that point Cassandra didn't care. [color=f6989d]"what the hell is wrong with you?"[/color] she demanded, once more taking in Eris's haggard appearance.  Eris would be lucky not to get sick, dripping wet like she was. Cassandra doubt the girl had a change of clothes at school.'

While Cassandra's voice was steady, and her manor calm, her heart was beating fast, galloping in her chest. Taking control of wounds, of things like this was easy for Cassandra. She hadn't told anyone this, but she wanted to be a doctor. Perhaps that was why she choose to be a healer in the game, but Cassandra was worried. Was Eris sick? Not familiar with Eris's normal behaviour, Cassandra was worried. Were those tears? Tears from Eris? It didn't seem like Eris would be one to cry, and that terrified Cassandra. [color=f6989d]"are you okay?"[/color] she asked, a slight waiver in her voice now, as she lifted Eris's hand to kept it elevated. This was of course if Eris allowed this.[@KoL]