Not for the first time, Brienne wondered who let these people teach students. Something about Bellatroix still seemed
fishy to her, for lack of a better word. The concern was touching, if something odd. Feeling slowly returned to her legs as she flapped her wings. Chilled blood circulated out of them with every heartbeat, sped up by the incessant flapping keeping her aloft. After another few moments, she dropped to the ground to avoid damaging her shoulder any more than it already was. Though stiff, her birdlike legs held firm. Placing one wing over the wound that still leaked blood over her feathers, Brienne gritted her teeth. Now that the initial shock wore off and aggravated by her wingbeats, the puncture wound throbbed. She didn't look forward to washing all the blood out of her feathers. At least dark red on black plumage didn't show up as brightly as it would on white feathers or even the pale grey that her mother had.
None of the other students caught in the wave of shrapnel even seemed hurt. Frowning internally, the harpy wondered what kind of insane healing factors and combat-experienced people she'd be going head-to-head with in the halls. Certainly not any she could reasonably defend herself against. Great.
In the background, she heard Imdius and Bellatroix arguing over the student body. Moving it to the back of her mind, Brienne focused on Xue instead. He approached her, his words making his intent clear. Though going to the nurse and getting wrapped up felt like a great idea (by now the pain in her shoulder started setting off a headache), she wasn't certain if she wanted Xue to help her over there. his cold-snap caused the shrapnel. Although, if Brienne hadn't smacked him in the face with her wing, the frigid wind wouldn't have happened. Plus, it was never a good idea to turn down help whenever it was offered. Only a fool let pride supersede pragmatism. His desire to fix his own mistakes instead of crucifying the harpy for causing the incident painted Xue in a rather positive light. A good person to have as a friend.
The smoke-scent of Imdius penetrated Brienne's thoughts and his harsh voice followed. All the excessive profanity wore on her nerves. A force of will kept her from saying anything rash, though
shut up came to mind. Snapping up her right, undamaged wing, she finally spoke up again. "Please, let's just stop for a second. I'll be fine,"
probably, "And whatever the headmaster has to say shouldn't take too long. Just get me a strip of cloth or something and I can keep from bleeding all over the floor. Sorcery isn't really necessary here."