It took a few minute, ten at least, before Helga realized what the readings were trying to tell her. She lowered her wand and sank down on the side of the bed, stroking a hand over Christian's side. He knew. It explained everything. No one wanted a wolf in the school. The very safety of the other students would be jeopardized.
All the wounds had to be healed, however. There was little time to dwell on the boy's past experiences. She felt little relief over the amount of healing she had preformed at the edge of the forest. It hadn't been enough and she set about healing and dressing the wounds.
Christian was falling asleep beneath her ministrations and she was grateful for it.
Rowena needed to know. Helga knew if she must, she would put her foot down and insist the boy stay in the castle, but Rowena would best know how to deal with it. She always had a higher affinity with nature.
Once done. Helga unfurled the blanket Christian had worn into the castle and shot a half dozen cleaning spells at it before draping it back over his still form. Letting him sleep was the kindest thing she could let him do.