Van could hear things around them, but they sounded muted, as though he was listening to it from under water. He was aware of Sasha there, hurt and beside the lockers, and he was aware of Liam, his prey, bleeding as the half-horse-man came to tend to him. He curled his lip back at that, a twitch that almost cost him his concentration on Ewan's red eyes. He kept contact, yearning to stay in that realm, where he was welcome and familiar. Where he was understood. Where anger didn't have a place.
He nodded mutely as Ewan spoke and stood when he stood. There was a soft huff that came from his throat, like one that would come from a horse, and his nostrils flared as his dark eyes widened. Brother. Herd. He stayed connected as the two kelpie retreated and made their way to the infirmary without further incident.
Kiakos took quick control of the bleeding of the young were and soothed him with a potion that was meant to render Liam calm and not likely to injure himself further. Blake, meanwhile, checked on each of the other weres, and then crouched beside Sasha, hand reaching out to touch his shoulder. "Are you alright?"
Cheyenne received her mistress's disappointment and the cerberus lowered all three of its heads and let out a pitiful whine. She was sorry, so very sorry, for disappointing Cressida. When Cressida ordered her to transform, Cheyenne did so immediately and returned to the form of a girl, skinny and unassuming with dark hair and light eyes, crouched where the hellhound had been crouched before. When told to return to their domain, she did so with a backwards glance at Liam and then at Cressida before scurrying away.