Edgar can tell the man - Andrew - is having difficulty understanding him, and he eyes the bloody mess that is Andrew's head. There are a million questions surging through his mind, but he makes himself focus on the most pressing ones.

How badly are you hurt? he asks slowly. Can you move?

Edgar glances over his shoulder, back toward the path and the open quad. So far it doesn't appear that he's drawn any attention, but it won't be long before the sight of a boy flat on his stomach, one hand under a bush, gets noticed. If Andrew can get out from the bush, Edgar's sure he can sufficiently shield him from anyone's view long enough for them to talk.