Her eyes narrowed. Mr. Wildsmith had fairly evident burns along his hands and face, how had the nurses not tended to him yet? Alice had half a mind to chase down the school's healer before noticing the salve sitting on his bedside table. Throwing a tantrum wouldn't be productive, but she could at least offer some relief until the healers got to him.

Stepping towards it, Alice pulled the chair closer to his bedside and silently asked permission to help. "I'm sorry the nurse wasn't able to get to you yet. I didn't think there were that many injuries from the competition."