From how members of the other team are acting as they walk off, they're definitely feeling their hits. Remind him to never be on opposite teams from Buffy. Unless it's a pie eating contest - in which case, everybody wins. (As long as they enjoy pie).

This close, Stiles can make out more of Buffy's injuries, the dark eye hard to miss with the vivid colors, and fainter traces of other injuries. Not fun, not cool, had to hurt. He steps sideways - if that cuts off some of the people trying to line up for water, that's not his problem.

Behind them, another game starts up, the teams made up mostly of other red suited players, but other higher ranking people can be found among them, other people shuffling their way to the benches at the sidelines.

"I don't think the concept of insurance or compensation is really all that big here," he says, expression darkening, though he finishes sarcastically. "But on the bright side, no forms!"

"You at least got a chance to ice it, right?"