Suzanne
*Adrian would be sitting in the front of the wagon, nauseous and with a concussion, not fun but he was still awake and somehow, well the more serious effects had worn off by now, it had been a significant amount of time since he was inflicted with those effects. However these effects also made the Knight more grumpier than usual and obviously more anti-social, he just sat at the front as the wagon was being pulled along not looking at anyone nor saying anything.*
Jerry
*Koharu sits in the wagon, tending to the survivors that they have rescued from the forest... Or at least tried to. As the wagon rocked and moved, the okamimi struggles to keep herself level-headed as nausea begins to creep up her throat. The boy she is healing is giving her a concerned look, and Koharu tries to return with a reassuring smile, before turning away to cover her mouth, keeping in the vomit that is threatening to spill into the wagon.*

*Because Koharu does not have the ability to cure the plants' poison, she is unable to heal Adrian's condition and made frequent apologies to him on their way back to their transport.*

*Meanwhile, her demonic blade is lying down in a corner of the vehicle, currently docile with its eyes closed.*
Edwin
*Micaiah is in her own corner of the wagon, covered in both sides by filled trunks and barrels. On of the trunks are two jars filled with a gunky yellow fluid, along with a bundle of linen. Her yellow eyes glanced at Koharu in mild concern, a silver brow arching up. The young boy who's currently being tended by the Okamimi is certainly in the threat of getting vomited on.*

*Though she has her own duties to settle. In front of her is the girl they rescued, Micaiah's pale hands exerting a dim yellow light as her mild injuries faded away instantly. Somewhere outside the wagon would be the farmer, exercising his muscles.* 

"Are you faring well, miss?"

*Micaiah's soft voice laced with sympathy was directed towards Koharu.*
Suzanne
*Adrian continued to do nothing outside other than feel like shit, so he did what he always did in times of great boredom and uneventful times and proceeded to unsheathe his dagger from his hip and starting to flip it around hazardously and quite dangerously without a care of it being dropped accidently, stabbing someone or anything else. What adrian was thinking during these long hauls of travelling was mostly something to do with when he'd see the nearest church to be able to pray more than assessing his own wounds or injuries, he still hasn't taken off his armour and its even more dirtied than previously, he truly was a horrible knight, or one that really didn't care about himself, which was quite the idiotic thing to do- or maybe in general he was just slow.*
Jerry
*With her face green and sickly, and her left hand covering her mouth to desperately keep the vomit in, Koharu does not say anything nor turns to the macen, yet holds her palm in her direction to reassure her that she is fine, though try as she might, her nausea is not going away. The boy stares at his caretaker with an apprehensive look, then to the other woman tending to the girl. Despite her ailment, the miko has already made a bit of progress against the waves of sickness, and has healed some of the injuries on him.*

*However, despite risking her health, Koharu still strongly abides to her duty and turns back to continue healing the child. She chants a brief prayer as a soft green light emits from her palm, water ripple effects radiating from the center* "I am fine, I am fine..." *The shrine maiden weakly says in a hushed tone, partially to Micaiah, but also as a form of self-reassurance.*
Edwin
*Micaiah, obviously, is not convinced. Since the okamimi didn't want any assistance in alleviating her stomach troubles, the cleric left the shrine maiden on her own. Having been gifted the art of dispelling afflictions ranging from the commons to lethal infirmities, with just a touch of her hands she can re-balance the humors within the young and old, man or woman.*

*Of course, why can't she help remove the paladin's discomfort? Simply, she's giving him a lesson. Despite being a veteran in this line of work, he displays recklessness and stupidity, along with throwing the farmer who could've obtained an injury from the impact - this seems like a suitable punishment for the cynic.*

*She patted the young girl's head, offering her a smile before tucking away the jars and linen. With that, she cleared her throat, attempting to catch the paladin's attention with a question.*

"Where are we heading?"
Suzanne
"To take *Them* To their home." 

*The man simply said, his tone of voice same as always remaining as monotone as possible as well as non expressive as possible, this was typical adrian. He also once again did the same as he always did and was impolite while talking by not looking at the cleric face-to-face while talking. Other from that question from the cleric, the man simply continued flipping and spinning the dagger on his hand, it looking more often that it would stab himself like the idiot he was with the dagger.*
Jerry
*Meanwhile, continuing to heal the boy, the miko steels her stomach as she closes the lacerations on his right arm, while giving herself some mental encouragement* [We are simply traveling in a box driven by horses, nothing serious, keep yourself together- Hrk!] *Koharu briefly stops healing to hastily cover her mouth, with her face growing a deeper shade of green. Giving herself a moment to breathe, she weakly reaches out to the boy once more and resumes healing, while keeping a (rather comical) face that looks bloated from holding back her nausea. She is too focused on maintaining her composure to notice Micaiah's and Adrian's conversation, but does pick up on their voices.*

*The boy, hiding his concern, tries to give her a smile in hopes of keeping her spirits up, to which Koharu respond with an appreciative nod.*
Edwin
*She only nodded back in response to Adrian's answer, noticing the miko's ill face in her peripheral vision. Shaking her head, she covered the young girl with her blanket, pulling herself up to a stand while gripping the closed trunks as support. She called out for Koharu's attention, seeing that she's already finished with the boy it's about time for some fresh air.*

*Micaiah simply motioned Koharu to come with her outside, already vaulting off the wooden board, the sole of her leather boots landing on the dirt path. Outstretching her arms out into the air, letting out satisfying pops of her joints. The farmer would soon be notified by the cleric to get on, who appreciated the offer. And so, Micaiah matched the speed of the wagon, walking beside Puritan and Baptiste.*

*They can see the village, yet there's still a hundred steps more before they can drop them off close to the settlement.*
Suzanne
*The man in the armour proceeded to continue doing nothing but mess around with the sharpened blade that he was spinning around in his hand, honestly looking like he wanted to stab someone. Well, he had his helmet so it was quite difficult to tell what he was feeling anyways, he's never going to take that helmet off it seems. Other than that, he was literally doing nothing, just sitting there silently in his state of constant head pain, of which he was avoiding as much as possible by playing around with his dagger.*
Jerry
*Finishing up the last remaining scratches on the child, she makes one last final check up on him, then turns around to accept Micaiah's offer with a nod. Crawling her way out to the back, Koharu almost fell out of the wagon, diving headfirst into the dirt, but bracing her landing with her arms. She gets up, her robes dirtied from the clumsy exit, but at least her body is free of the sickening feeling from riding on that thing. Stopping to take a deep breath and dust off her clothes, then forcing back down the vomit, the miko turns around to catch up to the party, her face slowly returning to its usual tranquility as she keeps a stride at a formal posture.*

"We're close..." *She mutters, noticing the approaching buildings in the distance.*
Edwin
The thump behind the wagon was either the farmer failing to get a good grip or the okamimi tripping and succumbed to a harsh landing. Considering that the miko was experiencing wooziness, Micaiah had no doubt it was her. Though she is surprised that the Oriate didn't vomit after such. She sees the miko having gained back her composure, free of the motion sickness plaguing her not long ago. She glanced at Koharu when she spoke, her own yellow eyes fixed at the wooden buildings ahead.

"Indeed."

A short and simple reply. Like Adrian, she is a woman of few words, only when it includes the faith she embraced does the silver-nette become talkative or when something peaks her curiosity. Like Koharu.

"Your kind are quite diverse, miss Koharu."
Suzanne
*The man in the armour proceeded to continue doing nothing but mess around with the sharpened blade that he was spinning around in his hand, honestly looking like he wanted to stab someone. Well, he had his helmet so it was quite difficult to tell what he was feeling anyways, he's never going to take that helmet off it seems. Other than that, he was literally doing nothing, just sitting there silently in his state of constant head pain, of which he was avoiding as much as possible by playing around with his dagger.* [2]
Jerry
"Quite so." *Responds the macen's companion, having completely recovered and glad to be off of the wagon. She takes another deep breath before continuing, facing ahead* "We may have varying differences within the oriate race in spite of our similar traits, but I hear you macens also have your fair share of uniqueness among your numbers." *She turns to glance at Micaiah, giving her an observant look. The miko takes note of her light skin and white hair, then stares at her blue clothing. She decides to base her assumption off of her physical features* "If I were to guess... You are a wind macen?"
Edwin
"We're called the *Air* Macen, but I suppose it entails the same definition." 

She replied, adjusting the position of her priest's cap on her silver nest of hair. With a finger, she swept aside silver locks behind her left ear, showing off to the Oriate her elf phenotype. Unlike many Macen, it had a pointy tip and slightly lengthier, Micaiah flicking the muscle. It's not as interesting like Koharu's own pair of ears adorned with light fur which meshes perfectly with the Okamimi's bushy hair. Micaiah's topaz yellow orbs traveled down the miko's clothing, the style culturally different than her own in a long-shot. 

"Very interesting.."

She let out, seeing the okamimi's tail hanging from the back, along with the pair of muscles occasionally twitching atop Koharu's hair. Said woman isn't the first specimen of the Oriate Micaiah had seen, but she's also the first one she gets to come close in contact to easily scan their beast features. Unlike beast-kin, they have a semblance of Macen looks— and if memory serves her correct, they have a way to conceal such traits.
Suzanne
*The individual in the suit continued to proceed to do nothing but interact with the sharpened metal that he was twirling around within gis hand, honestly seeming like he wanted to shank someone. Well, he had his headgear so it was difficult to discern what he was planning anyways, he's never going to take off that helmet it seems. Other than that, he was literally doing nothing, just sitting there quietly in his state of constant head pain, of which he was actively avoiding as much as possible by occuping himself with spinning his dagger.*
Jerry
*The buildings drew closer as the two stroll beside the horse-driven wagon. Koharu notices Micaiah's interests in her okamimi appearance, her ears slightly twitches from the intrigue of her partner's fascination.* "You are rather fond of our kind? I'm flattered." *She turns her amber eyes at herself* "Though I don't see anything too remarkable about myself. Other than a knack for sorcery and excellent hearing, we're petty much ordinary folks."

*Her ears twitches again and the miko turns to face the front of the wagon, mostly obscured from her current position. Koharu can sense the sound of Adrian juggling with a tool. He has been rather quiet throughout this whole trip. Is he angry at the fact that he didn't receive treatment from Micaiah? Or perhaps he is spiteful for showing weakness from the inhalation of the poisonous gas. These thoughts gives her some concern for her quiet, armored teammate.*
Edwin
"Your species, along with the Oni, are the most unique in my eyes. Your culture, history, and most importantly; physiology. If given the opportunity, I could perhaps illustrate your form without obstruction?"

What Micaiah had said in a simpler format: Could Koharu be a nude model for her to draw? It's an outrageous request for someone to receive after such a short time acquainting with each other, though the miko should know by now that they are not your typical band of individuals. Fueled by faith, staying with them offers a life of filled with the strange and unexpected— and to mention, trouble. Micaiah would catch the miko eyeing Adrian with interest. Tilting her head to the side, she averted her eyes back at the path ahead, opening her mouth to speak once more.

"He is either an Earth Macen, or a Fire Macen. Though I believe he's the former."
Suzanne
*Adrian was not enjoying the fact he was experiencing the nauseous effects and the concussion earlier, so within his mind a bunch of ideas were struned together in logical processing fashion until he came with a conclusion with himself to avoid the irritating feeling of the headpain. 

With one quick, precise and simple motion as quietely as Adrian could, he'd move his dagger to physically harm his own hand, making sure to stab precisely in a location in order not to damage any of the hand bones and to make sure to get it deep enough so he could bleed and feel the pain, God Bless Pain. He let himself bleed from the hand, where his dagger had stabbed while putting away his dagger with the other hand before he stsrted to shake to much from the pain, not like he was expressive at all audio-wise.*
Jerry
"??" *The shrine maiden turns back to her with an inquisitive eyebrow raising upon hearing of an odd request* "I'm... Sorry?" *She says, not sure if she has heard the wind macen correctly.* "You wish to illustrate me without my attire?" *Her face flushes red, meeting her request with a backward flinch.* "That is rather... Brazen to hear from you... I cannot comply." *Closing her eyes, she shakes off the shameless image of her posing in front of Micaiah. The okamimi adds in a hard, distant tone* "I am a miko, not an uncultured woman."

*Her thoughts are quickly swept aside when her sensitive ears picks up the sound of a blade cutting into flesh.* "I hear something." *Wanting to quickly move from the indecent topic, she decides to check up on the man in hopes that he is not doing anything rash.* "Adrian? What are you doing?" *She asks to the wagon's driver.*
Edwin
"Apologies, then."

The cleric replied in a dull tone, digging into her satchel before pulling out a piece of offal. Popping the salted offal into her mouth, she savored the piece of plucked animal entrail, the salt poorly hiding the awful taste prior to swallowing it. With that, she clipped the satchel closed, her attention now onto man commandeering the wagon.

It's been a week and three days since Micaiah joined Adrian, and during that time she barely knew much of him other than his first and last name. His past buried within the mudcaked, dented pieces of plate. With his deep anti-social tendencies, she only scratched the surface of his mentality. 

Stepping closer to the front seats of the wagon, she watched the paladin put away his silver dagger, her eyes catching the sizable slit on his leather gloves. With his humors shaking within himself, perhaps he tried to calm them with pain? Use pain against pain, or it's his masochism taking over. Regardless, Micaiah decided not to alleviate his discomfort with her spell. Instead she kept on walking, a pale hand set against Puritan's muscled side as the party were now close to the sizable settlement.
Suzanne
After forcibly inflicting pain upon his owm hand, Adrian continued as normal, most of what he was dealing with internally was now shifted by the pain emitted from his hand, which Adrian was more tuned to dealing with then the aching feeling of the previous effects that ge had accumulated. He would've simultaneously also had ignored the shrine maiden talking to him, he was too busy being bothered within his own mind to notice what her concerns or what she was saying.
Jerry
"..." *Koharu too saw the slit that decorated his hand, but seeing that he is not willing to respond, she deduces he is not one to welcome a friendly conversation. Yet, she does not want to leave the wound as it is, especially since he was the one to have inflicted it himself. This hints to her a potential problem if she continues to stick by their side.*

*Keeping an eye on Adrian, the oriate turns to Micaiah, who is shortly up ahead with the horses. Having figured that they knew each other before upon their first meeting, she does not know everything about these two acquaintances. Adrian's reckless tendencies and Micaiah's calm, yet detached composure, it is a wonder they managed to stay together this whole time. Perhaps it is necessary to keep the party in check to prevent any incidents.*

"..."

*The self-inflicted wound bothers her as a healer, and she decides to ask him about it later when given the opportunity. The miko turns around as they begin to set foot into the village* "I'm going to alert the children that we are here."
Edwin
"The girl is asleep. Leave the blanket."

Micaiah said to the Oriate, head turned to watch Koharu fetch the children and the farmer. She patted Puritan, the horse letting out a grunt as they entered the village. Various men and women watched the party, who they had previously seen yesterday, accepting the quest the village offered. Many await the appearance of their missing persons, anxious of the news- though some were optimistic, believing that the children and man is simply resting within the wooden vessel.

Micaiah, waved at the inhabitants, enforcing a smile on her face to ease their worry.
Suzanne
Adrian pulled on the reigns of the wagon slightly, to indicate to the horses to stop moving, before he himself start to disembark from the vehicle itself, he'd let the more nicer looking people do all the talking, he wasn't one for speaking to people, he particurlarly hated that action more or less because people tend to try and argue with him on the fact why he should change as an individual. 

The Knight didn't want to cause a scene nor did he want to be a topic of conversation so after disembarking he would walk away from the wagon and the gathering crowd probably to the local well of this town or just anywhere that was away from the wagon and people.
Jerry
"Very well." *Koharu replies to Micaiah with a nod. The farmer does not need the notification, as he is already outside, most likely moving ahead to greet his fellow townspeople. And so the shrine maiden follows behind the wagon, looking for the boy inside.*

*The child seems to know that they are home, he is close to the front of the wagon, trying to catch a view from behind Adrian and the horses. Turning around with a beaming smile, he lets out a joyous exclamation as he runs out of the wagon, causing the sleeping girl to stir from the disturbance.*

"!!" *Koharu quickly grabs the boy as he jumps out to keep him from accidentally hurting himself.* "Relax, you are finally home now." *She calmly says to him with a smile. Gently setting him down, the child follows the farmer in greeting the welcoming villagers. She follows behind him and gives a formal bow to the growing crowd.*
Edwin
The crowd let out cries of joy at the sight, some individuals embraced the victims who returned home. Some still awaited for the other child, especially her family, faces anxious. 

Micaiah watched Koharu interact with the village's inhabitants, occupied with watching over the boy. Leaving Puritan's side, she climbed back in the wagon, noting Adrian's absence. Indeed, his appearance would only burden him with irking attention. Setting a hand against the resting child's shoulder, she slipped off the blanket off her body, wrapping her arms around her small waist before heaving her up. She supported the child's weight with her limb as she carefully stepped off the wagon.

The girl's family immediately rushed over towards the cleric, eyes filled to the brim with tears of joy. Continuous lines of gratitude poured out of their mouths, directed to Micaiah as she passed over the girl to her kin. She simply nodded, a smile etched on her face as they walked away, embracing their once missing child.

-

A short celebration was set in place, some of the crowd dancing with one another while the others watched in amusement or drinking in joy. If the party wants, they can stay and rest within the village. 

Koharu is approached by an aging man, a white beard reaching his chest and a bald head, great gratitude evident on his wrinkled face as he grasped the Oriate's hands bowing his head in thanks. Letting go, he took out a medium-sized pouch filled to the brim with their pay, setting it on the Oriate's hand- as what was promised when they accepted the quest.
Suzanne
*As soon as Adrian had spotted the payment was complete he would return to his wagon. To take a seat upon where he previously sat before disembarking and walking away, he had went to have a simple walk around to clear his head. He would stare at the other party members noticing or trying to discern what they were feeling finally deciding to speak to ask them some questions about their situation and what to do. But that'll be later, he needed to wait a bit more for things to settle down further and see how everyone reacts to thd villagers and so he did nothing again except sit.*
Jerry
*Koharu turns to the elderly man and gives him a courteous bow* "No need for words of praise." *She stands back up* "It is my pleasure to assist those in need." *With the reward received, the okamimi miko thanks the man, and turns to find her other party members. She finds Micaiah, interacting with the girl's family, but does not see Adrian, oddly enough. Does he not like the appreciation of the townspeople for their good deed? Her eyebrow is raised inquisitively, hoping he is alright, where ever he is.*

*Attempting to approach Micaiah to split the reward payment, her tail is suddenly yanked by sprightly children, attracted by the miko's wolf-like features* "?!" *Turning around, she tries to convince them to cease for a moment* "Ah! I apologize, but I must run a quick errand." *Yet the children continues to surround her, tugging at her tail and sleeves with fascination. It appears just like Micaiah, these people do not usually have okamimi visitors. With a defeated sigh, Koharu calls out to the macen* "Micaiah, could you split the rewards with Adrian? The children refuse to part from my side- Eyah! That's my ear!"