Leath finished up his work on the lad and gave a laugh when Pete turned to ask him about working on the lad on the floor. Leathan wasn't any great shakes at First Aid spells, but he knew a thing or two about applying charm work to wounds to keep them from getting worse off and he could mend, in quick order, a small break. 

"Sure, I'll take a look, Watkins," he told the boy. "You start stretching. Wouldn't do any good for you to get back out there onto the pitch if you're cold."

Kneeling before the young lad on the floor, he frowned as he looked at him. 

"Head up, kid. That nose has gotta hurt. I'm not any too good at fixing broken noses, but let's get the blood situation sorted out, alright?" he said, not waiting on an answer before he was using his wand to do what he could. Frowning, he stood and looked down at the boy. 

"Pete," he said, glancing at the other. "Not my place, but I think you'd better keep a close eye on this one. He looks out of it. But, as I don't know him well..." he gave a shrug.