They were leaving. It was fine. Disaster was averted. But then, no! She was wrong. Noah was turning, saying something nasty and swinging his arm. It happened so quick, she barely had time to react before she heard the sickening crunch of Seth's nose. She watched as he stumbled backward and grasped at his bloody face. What was going on? Why were they fighting?
A small squeak escaped her. It was almost inaudible, but it was the only thing she could get out. Shock was pretty much the only thing she was feeling at the moment. Nothing else. Her neurons weren't really firing at any logical rate or purpose. "Noah..." She looked between them. If she helped Seth up, Noah would surely get more angry. But if she left with Noah, and ignored Seth, he'd probably feel bad. And it was his father's funeral after all.
"I-I think I'm just going to walk," she said, taking a step backward. She didn't want to show favoritism either way, and she knew it was probably rude and went against everything she usually stood for...but. "I hope your nose is okay," she said to Seth, turning on her heel and walking away quickly before either of them could stop her.