Cyr frowned at the scream aswell, lightly closing his eyes and hovering a few feet off the ground - he seemed to literally drift out the window after the child. Once he had got out of the room, he soared upwards. He loved flying - whenever he had been using his telepathic powers for things, it allways was taxing on his head. Though when he was using telekenisis to fly... He felt free...
He spun around, and swiftly landed next to the child, who was staring in terrified awe at the body. Cyr frowned, but he had seen worse. He seemed disgusted, yes - but other than the shock he didn't seem to affected by the sight of someone who's eye seemed slightly crushed and drenched in blood.
He peered at the body, taking a few steps up to it - the person seemed to be crying, but unconcious, as if a vision was forced into his mind. Having learnt about this before, Cyr lightly placed a hand on the boy's forehead, and sent a small wave of telepathic energy through the boy's mind. Hoping to cut the nightmare short and send him into a deep, blissfull sleep.
Afterwards, he lifted the body up, there seemed to be a light-blue bubble of some sorts around the wounded eye. Not only concealing the gore, but stopping the blood flow completeley. He turned to the child.
"Let's get him to the medical ward." Cyr stated more than suggested, his eyes seeming concerned, yet still carrying a spine-shivering neutrality inside of them. His tunic was dashed with the boys blood before he had established the flow-stopping bubble around his eye. Though he didn't seem to care much. "Come on."
He walked to the edge of the building, and off it. Seeming to walk on air as his legs dangled looseley, taking much more care this time as he slowly floated down to the same window they had leapt from.
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