Isla wasn't sure what to think of the white fabric wrapped around his head. It might be something to do with Wicked and wherever he came from. Some kind of a cultural thing or maybe it just made him feel better. Like her wand did for her. She'd hardly used it since getting here but just having it with her made her feel better, more in control. More able to handle it if things did go bad.
She wrinkled her nose a little at the stench coming off the other teenager but other than that didn't react to it, years of training on how a proper witch was supposed to act coming in handy as she stepped closer to him. "I was worried I'd found the wrong boy," she said, giving him a small smile. She'd heard her name pronounced in a lot of different ways over the years, his wasn't right but it was closer than some. She could live with it.
"Do we need to get you to a doctor? Are you hurt?" she asked, glancing at the covering on his head before looking back into his face.