Kijani sat on the ground while she cleared her head. She frowned at the scene in front of her. Austin was bleeding- pretty bad, too, from the look of it. He looked panicked. Connor was helping, and so was... John? That was interesting; she wouldn't have picked him for the type to be so... openly caring. She actually wanted to help, but there wasn't much she could do but hover around and worry. Besides, the smell of blood always made her very anxious. She sat there, watching the boys control the situation.

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Devika rubbed her arms, sore from half dragging 533. "Your mother? What did your mother say?"