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"No, he's blood thirsty and you aren't helping," she growled at him, still pulling him in the opposite direction of Ivan. "If you knew what he's been through, you'd be running a head of me. Now keep moving you idiot!" she said, glancing back to see Ivan running off.

Dawn figured they were far enough away, but she watched horrified at what he did to himself, though now she understood why. She ignored the new guy and began to walk back towards Ivan was, eventually running. He had said run, but he looked terrible and she could escape into thin air if she had to, a place where he couldn't follow for long. "Ivan, what did you do?" she asked coming to his side. It was moments like this when she had the ability to help heal instead of manipulate light, despite knowing that he regenerated quickly.

Dawn looked at him, seeing him like this just made her want to blow something up. "There has to be another way for you to deal with this," she said dismally while tearing off part of her sweater to help clean up the blood. He looked terrible, almost like road kill.

"Knock it off," Dawn snapped rudely at the boy. "Ivan just calm down, though next time just let me know and I'll chain you up," she said, attempting to lighten the mood for Ivan. "Actually no, neither of us do, we got here today and the most we know is where the kitchen is at," she spoke rudely to Zefiir.

Dawn was getting really annoyed with Zefiir. "That way," she pointed towards the school, very irritable. "Though you wouldn't mind helping me get him inside where it's warm," she snapped and put her hands on his wound to help stop the blood flow. She crinkled her nose slightly as her hands were quickly covered in blood. "Come on!" she snapped at Zefiir.

Dawn watched Ivan struggle to drag himself back outside and wrote in the snow with his own blood. She walked back out there, a little nervous to approach him, but her resolve solid. "What do you think you're doing?" she snapped at him. "I'm not about to watch you die idiot! Don't you dare shut me out!" she said kneeling next to him. Light helped bring forth life? Right? Maybe she'd be able to try and concetrate and see if it could help heal him at all. His regeneration was obviously out of commision at the moment.

She held her hands over the bleeding wounds in his stomach. Dawn began to channel her energy through her hands and began to bend the light around his stomach. "Work," she muttered and began to exert herself as she focused hard on sealing up the wound, or at least fixing internal damge. Pleased, she saw that it was slowly, very slowly, closing up. Perspiration formed on her forehead, despite the cold as she began to focus even more then she already was.