Isole found them first, cutting through the wrecked hall at a dead run, both halves of Samsara still humming faint along her arms from whatever she'd left behind at her own front. She took one look at Nyx, opal-eyed and shaking against Vane's chest, and something in her face loosened with relief before hardening again just as fast.
"We don't have long," she said. "Word's already moving. Half the surviving faculty know what happened here."
Ashe arrived seconds later, blade still bloodied, a fresh cut along one cheekbone she hadn't stopped to tend. Valerica came in behind her, gravity still faintly bending the air around her hands from whatever she'd been holding together at the stairwell. Neither of them asked what had happened between Vane and Nyx. Both of them saw it plainly enough in how he was still holding her.
"The northern corridor's clearing out," Ashe said. "Isaac's holding, barely. We need to move her somewhere defensible before the rest of the faculty responds to this."
