Tatum didn't buy for even a second that the blonde was truly okay, and she didn't make a move to pull away from her, just clinging on as the older girl cleared her throat and spoke to her. She felt her heart breaking for her friend a little, knowing that they had to go back into that room. It would be bad for her, but worse for Mackenzie. "I-It was fine," she assured her, smiling weakly against her. "She was.. r-really nice. I like her," she added quietly.

She found it sort of sweet, that even with her own sister, Mack still found it necessary to ask her questions like that. If she wasn't looking out for her, the blonde probably wasn't breathing. It made Tatum's heart swell immensely as she realized for, not the first time, that her friend would always have her back.

Snapped out of her happy thoughts when Mackenzie jerked away from her and hissed in pain, and she fixed the blonde with eyes that were incredibly wide. "M-Mack?" she managed to stammer out weakly, before the other girl's face was buried into her hair, and she quickly lifted her free hand to rub the blonde's lower back briefly, hoping to bring her some kind of comfort. She didn't know what she had done to hurt her, but she felt terrible.

When Mack admitted to her injured fist, Tatum took a step back but still held the hand, lifting it up to squint at it and inspect it closely. "H-How'd you do this?" she asked, though she could sort of figure the answer. It was either from Hunter's face or an inanimate object of some kind. Maybe there was a hole in the wall somewhere of the hospital now. Lips quivering a bit, she very gently kissed the nearest bruised knuckle, before grabbing her own wand from her pocket without hesitation.

Casting a quick healing charm, one of her stand-by spells for Mack's usual bumps and bruises, she was relieved to see the bit of swelling start to go down almost right away. Smiling just the tiniest bit, she lifted her eyes to meet Mackenzie's, trying to look at her seriously. "Don't.. do that s-stuff, okay? Talk t-to me."