Keyria's hands fumble with his pouch, pulling out a little bottle of potion. She looks at him, her eyes glossy with tears."Do you need to drink it, or does it get poured onto the wound?" She asked him gently, unstopping the little bottle. She turned to Becca, her vision blurry. "Because a Dark Elf's weapons are usually enchanted, causing harm if used on themselves because it won't let their wounds heal fast enough."
Albus holds out his hand. "Now see here, I will not have intolerance in my school. I have things in place to keep watch over them, ensuring no chance of harm to any student." He was lying, but the worker wouldn't know that. He was skilled at hiding the truth, knowing he had nothing in place for such happenings.