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Meh Reh 
Oh hello moody Emily... you can go back in your cave now.
But then again, after she explained her situation, he probably wouldn't have been too thrilled at the time either. He wanted to act like he cared more than what he could show, but this was work. So, time to be an actor.
"You'll be fine," he said. "Besides, as much as Damien beats you up you can handle it."
His posture never changed - still with the back straight, hands in pockets, head tilted slightly to one side. He studied her without much expression on his face other than that he was being observant. For some reason she straightened herself. Okay, so she was injured. But if she didn't want help right now then he'd just ignore it and pretend like he never saw that.
"Might want to get back soon," he said. "You never know how Damien will be. Oh, and if you get a wrist holster, you'll be able to block his hexes better, I'm sure." Blaise flicked his arm slightly and down came his own wand. He held it up, then took the tip of it with his left hand and shoved it back up his sleeve.
The aching in her chest was slightly intensified as she fought to maintain her upright posture. Really all she wanted to do was curl up and ... well just curl up. But considering Blaise thought she could handle it, she didn't want to disappoint him, or herself. If there was one thing she wanted above anything else, was to be able to prove herself and her worth.
She let out a light laugh, his solution was a wrist holster? As if she hadn't already thought of that.
"I know.." She pulled up her sleeve to show him.
Bah! Merlin, Brad had missed a bit. She had barely noticed the blistering scorch mark up the length of her arm, having been too distracted by the gashes in her side.
She jerked down her sleeve again.. she'd deal with it later... she could handle it.
Wondering what other injuries she had to tend to she decided Blaise was probably right, she should head back. She gave him a small smile.
"Yeah... I should get going." The sooner the faced Damien the easier it would be, or at least that was the theory.