All Elsie could do was shake her head. She'd survived a fair few matches, professional and world cup, nobody would have been able to predict what had happened today. "Nobody's fault, no apologies." She waved off his apology easily. It as a tragedy that somebody had been injured and worse but they'd escaped unscathed and for that she was grateful. No more quidditch for her. Even Owen's future matches would be second-hand through somebody else.

"Walk me home?" They could take the long way, but Elsie rather thought she would need some tea and to lie down after everything that had happened. The fresh air and breathing room would also do her some good. She could still hear the chaos and feel the crowd around her, even now, but the space would help and the company of course.

Without thinking about it, or caring much as to who saw at this particular moment, Elsie looped her arm through Tyb's and started off along one of the lanes that kept close to the edge of the lake for a little bit. The familiar sounds of the park were doing wonders for her nerves, comforting in the serenity of the emptiness, such a stark contrast to the overcrowded stands.