She feels every bruise and every pained limb as she walks through the Atrium, gingerly brushing her hair away from her black eye. The soft skin around it is tender to the touch, and she can't help but run her fingers over it. She walks away from one of the MACUSA agents, biting the inside of her lip and striding as confidently as she can through the pain. Borgins do not care for the questions of Aurors. There are many things they don't understand. But Sylla doesn't understand much of what has happened either. She tells them of the entity that she fought, of the forest and getting separated from the other girls, but the decision to stay hushed on the mirror and the scissors weighs on her mind as she finds a corner of the room, a space on the wall.

With a sigh, she slumps against it and sits with her legs crossed, tucking her boots under her and wrapping her coat around her like a blanket. She looks out at the other students, resting her head against the cool stone wall. Something solid and real seems to help, and she wraps her arms around her bare legs.

It's all a lot of fuss from strangers. She only wants her family to fuss. She only wants to go home.