He recognized Helena's voice. He wondered if they were deliberately attacking students. He didn't see himself as a child. He was eighteen, already one year and several months past legal age, but he couldn't deny how cruel the dark wizards were if they were intentionally scoping out the students. He knew they killed children far younger thanks to history tales, but seeing how far they'd go first hand...
His blood ran cold. If they killed him, he'd go home. If they killed Helena, she would have no more future. It wasn't fair. "Helena," he replied. He sounded hoarse, but he tried to keep the panic from his tone. "Someone will come." He hoped he sounded convincing.