The older boy's offers of generalised help sounded good and he wasn't the only one who didn't know anything about healing so that kind of made him feel better, even if it made him feel just as useless as before. He couldn't do much to help but follow his mother's orders and keep out of the way. But Edward knew that no matter how impotent he felt, he had it better than the older boy who'd taken down his name. Up until now he'd believed that age conferred great wisdom and longed-for adulthood status that meant you always knew what you were doing. The epiphany he now received was that this was not always the case and that being older didn't always bring anything other than more confusion.
Not exactly pleasant as it shattered several long held beliefs but Edward also realised that he was in far better shape to help out and it wasn't by staying out of the way. The older boy was losing it and all that would do would add another student to the growing list of those that needed help.
Edward turned from getting help from an adult and made his way back to the other lad. "I didn't catch your name but you said something about getting food? Like from the kitchens? We should totally go do that and bring something back. People are bound to want to eat at some point, right? And you can show me the way."
Yup, people who were about to lose it needed to be given something to do and the getting of food was going to be the tool he used to help the older boy.
"Come on, lead the way. We'll bring back heaps of things...drinks too," Edward ordered in a tone his mother would have used if she'd stuck around.