Faustus nodded in response and watched as she worked quickly - Mr. Thompsett seemed to have stilled and while keeping one hand on the man's leg, Faustus caught the man's outstretched hand and gripped it tight. There was precious little else he could do at his point, except watch Miss Skovgaard work. Rest, food and water - Faustus turned his gaze to the rest of the ballroom. Though they were at a resort that was bound to have those, there wasn't likely to be anything easily accessible. They'd tried to apparate out of the resort to escape the hurricane and that had cost them greatly. They couldn't make those same mistakes. That meant, they'd need to go in search of supplies. And it looked like they would need to do so soon.

It seemed that some people understood that they weren't able to apparate out, but there were still plenty of bodies running around. Some were in search of aid and others were running to help those who needed it. Faustus recognized that this was the moment when no one had more information than the next person. It would be difficult to try and get the entire room under control.

Her voice reached him and Faustus looked back to her, his expression grim. "Likely," he responded darkly, feeling Mr. Thompsett's grip on his hand relax. Miss Skovgaard seemed to have gotten him stabilized, thank Merlin. "If there are, we're going to need a lot more bandages than' my cloak can provide." He glanced down at the two figures on the floor. Poor Mrs. Thompsett. He hoped she hadn't suffered too much; he was much more worried about her husband if anything. There was no coming back from this. "We'll need to make sure they're out of the way and don't get stepped on." He said, standing up and offering her his hand. He smiled apologetically at the state of it - blood and grime seemed to be permanently stained on his hand.

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