In the panic of being dragged around the corner, Hrothgar quickly spun to avoid smacking Aiden's head on side of the wall. In the process he smartly scraped his elbow against the brick. His face scrunched silently into the only humiliatingly pained expression that can only come from funny-bone smackage. He dug his face into his free shoulder until the urge to shout faded, straining to hear the old woman and the guard as they maneuvered towards the inn.
Aiden had been reaching for the knife when he and Kei had found him--the knife he had stupidly wrapped and put into his own bag! Had Aiden been beaten up in the library and came to the room, since the innkeeper mentioned she recognized whoever had the knife? But the room was obviously looked through and in shambles-- surely a boy as injured as Aiden was couldn't have caused such a ruckus-- and Hrothgar didn't recall a lot of blood around the room. And if Aiden hadn't been the one she had seen, then... then what? Fuck, if the scholar had known he would have run into this deep of trouble by leaving school he would have stayed. The nightmares seemed so much less troublesome in comparison to being caught up in the middle of something like this.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, after he heard the door close behind the innkeeper and guardsmen. He stood as close to the wall as the body half-over his shoulder would allow-- either of those two catching sight of them out of the window out of the corner of their eye was the last thing they needed. "Okay..." he floundered, unsure of what to do.
If he ran off with Aiden to find medical help, and left Kei to eavesdrop, she might be discovered and forced into an inconvenience like questioning or even framed for the police's own convenience. "No, not okay. This is very fucked up,and I don't know what to do," he admitted quietly, massaging the bald patch of his eyebrow. "Aiden needs help, but we can't just leave him. Fuck."