Sticks and stones (Tag: Jessica, Dean, Sitka, Belle)

"I hope so," Dean muttered and shuffled his feet.

"I'm clearly making you two uncomfortable so I should just go. Try and find a healer who can fix you two up."

"D'you think you'll get fired for this?" Jessica asked briefly. "I mean... I'm not gonna lie, it is... iffy, you being here. But... if you didn't mean to do it"

Dean stiffened, he hadn't thought of that by it was a pretty likely situation. No educator would keep someone who had endangered students.

"I'll be doing whatever the headmaster asks me to," though he really hoped authorities wouldn't become involved.

"Well... if it helps... I believe you now," Jessica said, though she hated to admit it. Somehow, she just knew he wasn't lying. "I'll back up that story if you need us to."

Dean gave a small smile, it was a small comfort that she believed what he said, his mind was still overwhelmed and the weight of the pistol was still heavy in his pocket.

His reason for leaving the other room came back to him and he turned towards the door, "I'm going to find you girls a healer and then I have to toss the damn gun into the lake," he muttered.

He gave the girls a short wave, guilt still eating away at him causing him to avoid direct eye contact and he all but ran out the door.

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