Vivian was somewhat in shock. In a matter of seconds, there'd been a mild commotion, and Slater had stormed off. For a moment, she considered following him, but eventually just stayed still, staring at her feet. However, when Nell came up and threw her a glare, muttering about gutter rubbish, she cleared her throat, taking a step forwards and taking Harry's hand, whether he wanted her to or not. She was only trying to help, and by god, she was going to help.
She inspected his knuckles, avoiding looking at his face. "They're going to bruise. He turned his head so you hit cheekbone too. It'll sting for a while." She dropped it then, still not looking back at Nell. "He's going to come after you now, you know."