[@ERode] [@Nanaya]

It was perverse, almost, she decided. Her surroundings, so deeply familiar on a visual level, somewhere that felt like home. And yet, something so...[i]devoid[/i]. It was equal parts captivating and uncanny. The shock of actually getting had almost made Hildegunde lose grasp of her Personal Barrier. Davil served a chilling example as to what would've become of her if she actually had. The ghost of pressure she feels is almost ominous.

Her eyes flitted from classmate to classmate. Most reacted predictably. Two stood out to her.

There was Otis, who seemed less concerned and more in marvel of his surroundings. A very obvious twinkling in his eyes. Thoughts flowing, gears turning. Some sort of application her own simple mind could not grasp. She decides, silently, that she will prod him about it later, perhaps out of class.

Then, there was Chloe. Huh. Miss Prune does have a heart. She wonders now, quietly, if she had judged the girl too quickly. If she had made undue grief for everyone by not simply sucking it up and rooming with her. Too late for that now, however. The duel wasn't going to be called off regardless.

She allowed a group to gather around the fallen student with no resistance or urge to join the pile. The crowd might very well be overwhelming. Besides, there was little she could do, after all. She was a hunter by nature, not a healer. While she could certainly attempt at healing, it seemed others were more suited towards it. When it came to the injured and the suffering, the Hunter has a different approach.

[color=007236]"I could also just put him out of his misery."[/color] Was it a joke? It sounds like it should be a joke, but Hildegunde's got such a deadpan way of delivering it that it might very well be serious. Her eyes flick to Alto.

[color=007236]"Although, really, it feels like an oversight, to put something as important as healing on us students."[/color]