Near The Tent: Battle Thread (Open and Typan)

Tylar nodded slowly, reaching to Pan's hand so that she wouldn't lose him. Despite her magic, his hand was cold and she knew he had lost way too much blood. Tears threatened to prick at her eyes but she held them back, certain that they should focus on finding the younger children of the island instead of on their own ailments. She squeezed his fingers and turned to glance at the others, wondering what they were thinking, "We should go. The beach isn't safe." She said quietly, not sure anyone would even hear her.

Pan felt dizzy, but he wasn't about to go an admit that. Still, when Tylar took his hand he grasped it tightly, as if needing it for literal support in staying upright. He felt energized, but he could see the paleness of his skin, he was going to lose it any second. But no, he had to focus on taking care of the others first. "Yeah, Ty's right. We've got to get out of here,"

As they snuck away, they were rather good at avoiding any large groups of Bastians. He and Leo led them around in a sneaky fashion. Coming out from the side of the building, they neared the dorms. "It looks dark..." he muttered, inching toward the buildings.