Aidan had watched Voltrick silently until those two familiar words were said.

"It's over..." he repeated quietly, like a faint echo.

He didn't want to think about Fyren now. He had time to do that later. For now, Voltrick's condition wasn't going to change. Aidan looked around himself only to find more haystacks and useless boxes. Eyes coming back to Voltrick, his features saddened. He wanted to tend to the wounds...or at least cover Voltrick up somehow.

Aidan blinked as he tried moving his hand to the hay, finding it hard to coordinate his hand. Soon he found that his body had been shivering from the cold. By now, he had grown accustomed to it, but after reminding himself, his shoulders hunched closer, tucking his head between.

He was cold and he was thankful he couldn't feel the pain from his shoulders or from the beatings now. But most of all, he was so tired. It had been such a long...long day.

Aidan's gaze lowered tiredly before he felt his body jerk forward. Catching himself, Aidan moved himself down, tucking between the space of Voltrick's arm and his body. He laid on his side, closing his eyes as he tried controlling his shivering, feeling the warmth from Voltrick.

"S-sorry..." he murmured, "Let me just...lie here for a little..."

It felt so relieving to finally lie down, feeling his entire body lose it's tension to rest. The pain was sure to come back, but Aidan felt better that he was away from the Ministry and tucked safely under Voltrick's arm, curling his body next to him.

But Voltrick might not find it comfortable. "I'll move. I just need a little rest..." he mumbled, finding he could barely open his eyes now that he was lying down.

Voltrick's eye barely opened with a quirked brow as he looked down toward Aidan laying next to him. All Voltrick would do was rest his head back against the hay again, looking up toward the ceiling. A short moment passed before a shakey hand raised and moved toward Aidan's head, lightly patting it twice before resting his hand there.