Misha quickly sought to reassure Bella, when his words caught in his throat. As she had sought to wipe her cheek clean, the Ravenclaw had smeared a streak of bright red blood across it. It was clearly fresh, even in the creeping darkness.
"What the hell?" he said, his voice low. Misha gently took hold of Bella's chin and turned her face to him. She moved away trying to conceal the obvious damage, but it was already seared into Misha's mind.
"What happened to you, and don't try to tell me you fell running."
He moved to turn her head again, wanting to get a closer look at the damage. Unlike Bella, he carried his wand and was fully capable of using it.