Ned draped an arm over Anne as she grabbed at him, most of his attention on the commotion in the box that had been hit. His sister's insistence of helping the spectators dragged his gaze away, and he looked down at her with a strained sort of smile. It spoke to her character that she immediately wished to help those in trouble. "Anne, none of us would be of much help. If someone was struck, they'll need the attention of healers, which none of us are. We would only get in the way." Not to mention, he would prefer that his sister didn't gaze upon what could potentially be a gruesome site. She was brave, but she was only eleven.

The announcement of the game's official pause had him wincing inwardly. Although it was only his assumption, he feared that meant someone had been harmed particularly severly.

"I'm sure the officials will be sent out to retrieve the other bludger," Ned commented, trying to soothe Anne. It wouldn't do to have her constantly worried about some sort of rogue bludger ruining any future aspirations or interests in quidditch.

It was then that he finally looked to Sloane who had moved to the front of the box, her hair now nearly entirely black. If he hadn't been so worried about the implications of her hair change, Ned would have laughed at Anne's choice to mother hen Bixby. "She's right. Bixby. I'm sure your brother is alright and safer on the ground. An official pause means his injuries can be promptly seen to."

Moony looked around at those gathered in the box, and he raised his voice slightly, so all could hear. "Perhaps, we should all take our leave?" It seemed as if many were overly stressed by the goings on, and he was sure the Bixbys would want to be sure Rufus was alright. Not to mention, he wasn't sure he could de-escalate Anne if they remained much longer.