The Healer spends a moment glancing around, presumably assessing who's worst-injured, and heads for the unconscious student with the head injury. 

Aza focuses on her shield. Peers at the building for any windows or other weak spots that might want shoring up.

Before she finds any, the hiss of steam slows to a whisper, then nothing. 

Ma'ar sags to his knees beside the shielded doorway. "Boiler fire's out. Should - be all right now..."

Aza looks at the senior student. "The fire's out. Is that the only danger in there?"

He flops back in obvious relief. "Should be..." 

There are half a dozen other Healers on site now; one of them reaches for his shoulder. 

Aza takes the shield down. Sits down on the ground.

Ma'ar, after a few moments, sits back against the doorway and smiles tiredly at her. "Thanks for coming. And helping." 

"Of course."

Ma'ar falls silent, while the Healers and now some arriving mage-teachers bustle around them. 

"....Looks like it's - all under control?" he says eventually, faintly. "We could go somewhere else." 

"I'm sort of expecting... someone... to want a statement? I don't know if that's going to actually happen..."

"Oh, right, I - guess that should happen..." Ma'ar looks incredibly exhausted at the prospect. 

"I can stay behind and state things if you want to skip off."

He glances over at her. "I can manage." 

She nods. Shifts position a little on the ground, scoots to a softer part of the grass. Flops backward.

The Guards do, eventually, get there, just as the Healers are organizing to transport the injured students back to the Healing house. 

Ma'ar grabs the doorframe to haul himself up, and gives a curt two-sentence summary of how he heard the initial steam explosion and rushed over. Then glances at Azabel. 

"I Gated over - I can't run and I was way up in the Tower - and I'm okay at Mindspeaking people who don't have the Gift, so I got the story from one of the people inside, determined it was safe to open the door, did that, dragged out somebody who couldn't move by magic, and then summoned Healers and shielded the door while Ma'ar put out the fire."

The Guard asks Ma'ar a couple more questions, and then asks Azabel a couple of questions, and then nods tersely to both of them. "Good work. You two don't need to stick around longer - I figure you'll want to get some rest." 

"Thank you." 

"Thanks." :Skan, you free?:

:- Huh, what? I thought you were doing Mindhealer stuff now?: 

:I was but there was a sudden emergency and Ma'ar called me over to help and now I am very tired and have already made my excuses to Lionwind and I want to go flop somewhere that is not this lawn:

:Wow! I'll be right over! What sort of emergency? Were you a hero? Is it a good story? Can you tell me?: 

:It is not an especially good story but maybe it would shape up into one with some work. I think we were helpful:

:Well, I'll come get you - where are you?: