There were tears in her eyes, Luna could tell from the watery edges to her vision, and she winced as she continued to try to move. She didn't need to be trampled on too.
When a young woman rushed up to her and spoke to her, Luna looked up at her gratefully. "Yes," she managed weakly. "I think so. Are you okay?"
She cast her gaze along the hall. Confusion reigned, people in various states of injury, and a small crowd had formed further along where the first witch to be injured lay prone. Luna gingerly pressed her hand to her ribs, feeling a cool sensation spread down the side of her hairline and asked the girl, "Am I bleeding?"