Leon
When her sleep was disturbed, Marsila was forced from her sleep when she was met with two words. It never seemed that the shifter was able to sleep in through the morning, always on her feet as they had to keep themselves moving. 

She couldn't remember a single moment of her dream from the night and was unsure whether or not to be thankful about it. This way she was able to get some rest before the long journey ahead of them, rather than waking up in a cold sweat and completely un-energised like most nightmares left her.

Marsila's head felt like it weighed heavily as she lifted it from Rekkan's lap, forcing herself to become aware of her surroundings until she noticed one person was missing. Eotum. The scholar who had done nothing but help Rekkan and herself was no longer to be seen which confused her greatly. All the others on the other hand were still unconscious besides one man. If she was able to converse, she would have asked Rekkan what had become of the scholar, but unfortunately was forced to remain silent. 

Her limbs felt stiff as she rose onto her feet, never having slept in her wolf, making her unaware on how to properly lay her body for a good night's rest. She couldn't wait until she was able to change back into her human form.

Moving from Rekkan, Marsila found herself some space which she didn't find difficult considering they were in the outdoors. Forcing her front legs out in front of her, the shifter lowered her chest towards the ground so she was able to stretch her muscles and hopefully rid the tightness from her body whilst she waited for everyone to wake up.
David
After waking Marsila up, Rekkan rose from his seat and stretched himself, making his muscles extend and rid themselves of the stiffness that was the previous night's sleep. He followed by waking up the rest of the group, first Priscilla and then the merc duo: Twiss and Swass. He did not say anything about Eotum, not then. The mercenaries had the idea of gathering the left over equipment from the burnt village, picking up stray bolts and other weapons into sacks and barrels that survived the night's fires.

The villagers packed the belongings they managed to save and put everything on two wagons. Elder Thomas approached the group, a question in his mind.

"Your wagon survived the fire. Could we use it to transport the children and elders?"

Rekkan had no quarrel with that request. "That's fine. Please let our injured friend in the wagon as well."

Swass was still recovering, so Twiss carried him to the wagon while Priscilla was trusted with Eotum's parting gift. The opia would be best left in the care of the one with the most knowledge in medicine, of course.

Meanwhile, the wanderer searched for a corpse that had similar measurements as the shapeshifter. He stripped it of its armor and clothes, then gestured the wolf to follow him into the forest. The villagers were too busy with their own matters to really pay attention, so when Rekkan and Marsila disappeared in the woods for a few minutes, he gave her her cue to shift back.

"I won't look." The man said, placing the armor and clothes on a fallen tree trunk. "I'll figure some story if they ask where you were."
Leon
Noticing Rekkan walk away from the group whilst motioning for her to follow, Marsila simply followed in his steps. After the events that had unfolded earlier, the shifter preferred to not leave the wanderer's side. The last thing she needed was another silver arrow to be shot into her and cause her agonizing pain. 

Reaching a safe distance from the group, Marsila didn't need the que to shift as she had already begun doing so. She was desperate to change back into her human form. In her eyes, shifting into her wolf form brought her an isolation she preferred to avoid. Not only that, but she felt more in control of her emotions and less animalistic when upset or angered, especially when she was able to wear her amulet. 

Luckily for Marsila, she had asked Priscilla to keep a hold of the necklace when she had left to venture into the forest before the village had been burnt down. She was scared to lose it again if she was to shift, which she had ended up doing so. Unfortunately if she was to wear the amulet as a wolf, it would have brought some suspicion, especially by the two mercenaries she didn't trust. 

The shift had been painful and drawn out as a result of the injuries her body had sustained but eventually, Marsila's human form replaced the wolf as she crouched against the ground. 

Her skin crawled as she inhaled deeply with each breath, impatiently waiting for the pain to pass before she was able to properly stand. Her legs shook to support her weight when stood whilst opening her eyes to face Rekkan who had his back turned towards her. "Thankyou."

It felt good to speak again, even if it was only one word and her voice cracked into multiple pitches. She made her way towards the clothing that had been laid out and quickly changed into them, thankful they were her size. 

Once she was properly dressed and the gruesome wounds on her shoulder and thigh were covered, the shifter changed her focus back onto the wanderer and asked the main question that had been eating her away. "Why are those bounty hunters with us?"

It was a fair question to ask. She didn't trust them one bit as they were part of the group responsible for multiple death and the hunt of Rekkan and herself.
David
Rekkan kept his back turned so that Marsila could shift and then dress herself up without the thought of the man watching over her like some voyeur. Maybe he was curious about it, though such images were more due to his natural biology rather than an active mind. Regardless, when she was fully clothed, he turned around to meet her gaze. She had an important question, one that was easily answered though.

"Twiss and Swass? They were part of the hunting parties sent after me in the beginning of the village take over." He explained. "Fresh members of the band, they... Felt poorly for the town's people and then Swass got shot by his supposed comrades. They are kids after fast coin, but this event was a rude wake up call to the real world." Rekkan shrugged. "I helped Swass and they feel like they're in my debt."

Granted, the young men were doing their best to repay the villagers as if they were responsible for the fire themselves. Swass couldn't do much, but Twiss was running around and double checking everyone was alright and ready to go.

"I don't trust them, not entirely. But they will prove their worth in time. I have an eye on them."
Leon
Marsila pressed her lips tightly together in doubt though remained silent, not wanting to question Rekkan's judgment. His explanation made quite some sense but the shifter couldn't bring herself to trust them, which would make her journey with the group quite restless. Perhaps if she retrieved the amulet from Priscilla, it would calm her enough to focus on their plan. 

"Let's hope this doesn't backfire on us. I think we both have had enough action for a while." Marsila felt mentally and physically drained. This had been the first time she was forced to flee and hide, especially from mercenaries as she was the one who did the bounty hunting. Even though she only captured, she had never imagined herself to be on the receiving end of a hunt. 

The shifter began her way back towards the group as her mind ran in loops, questioning their situation and dreading their possible future. She believed Rekkan would be watchful on the two men, but she couldn't shake the fear of them betraying the wanderer and herself. 

"So what do we tell the group about my sudden appearance? Perhaps I had been following and had the chance to catch up when you all slept?"
David
Rekkan could feel the exhaustion in Marsila. She had bags under her eyes and a heavier walk to her in comparison to the day they met at the tavern in central Astoria. He walked alongside her, letting his right arm wrap around the back of her frame to pull her under his shoulder, as if he was supporting her with his own steps.

"Everything's alright." He mused, making his rugged fingers wander to the back of her head and give her mild scratches throughthe strands of hair. "But I'd lie if we're rid of any action. I'm sorry." The man felt guilty for his wild behavior. It was his high profile and need for battle that brought them to the existence of running away. But the paper in his pocket, the draft ticket, that would eventually be the tool to turn the hunt around. Not yet.

"The bounty hunters know a shifter travels with me. As for the villagers, maybe the mercenaries from before dug up on whether you were around or not. I think they will ask more questions if we say anything. Just keep silent about it."

It wasn't a bad reasoning, especially when they arrived at the fully formed caravan. The wagon with people was the lead, the other two wagons had minor supplies inside them. Thomas glanced over at the duo that was missing and then gave the order to move.

Twiss approached Rekkan and Marsila. He was carrying a sword sheathed in leather and a crossbow with silver bolts.

"Howdy. We didn't introduce ourselves." He said with a small smile, not sure how to address the girl properly. He felt bad for being part of the same guys that were hunting her and Rekkan. "I, uhh... Know your secret. But don't worry! Swass and I will keep our mouths shut. I know your kind doesn't like silver, but I couldn't find normal bolts. Still, you need weapons!" He was polite and slow in handing the loaded crossbow, making sure it was pointed away from anyone. Twiss also handed her the sword, a simple broadsword collected from a fallen merc.
Leon
She knew it was foolish to expect any difference, but she couldn't help the slight hope. After the past few of days, the hunt for the two had grown. It wasn't until she saw such a large group taken down by their own much smaller group until they were forced to retreat, that Marsila saw they had a chance. 

Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt Rekkan wrap his arm around her and sunk into his side. She felt calm in his hold as they reached the group, taking in that his body was quite warm compared to her human form, though the moment was short lived when Twiss approached. 

Marsila's muscles tensed when he claimed to know what she was. She couldn't help the fear grow even though he had stated they would keep her secret. The very slip of the tongue and she would be forced to remain in hiding. There was no doubt that if she was to be captured, they would try to break her and sell her off into the black market.

She spoke no words as he handed her the weapons, still in shock from being found out which was evident by the wide eyed stare she gave him. It wasn't until she broke from her panicked trance and turned to face Rekkan whilst ignoring Twiss, that she finally spoke. 

"I need to find Priscilla." Her voice held a slight shake in its tone as she handed the weapons over to Rekkan. She didn't feel comfortable near the silver arrowheads and was desperate to part with them after the experience the other hunters had put her through. It felt that the wounds knew she was in close contact with silver as they began to irritate. 

"Uh, Thankyou." She replied to the Mercanary, knowing it was impolite to completely ignore him before she began to pace away from the two men to look for Priscilla.
David
For all the words that the shifter did not speak, her body did it in turn. Rekkan could feel the stiffness of her muscles and Twiss twisted a grimace, it was reflected onto himself and his big mouth instead of the girl. The two men knew better than to say anything, or perhaps they didn't know better at all. The wanderer took the weapons in his hands and watched her go together with the former mercenary, who scratched the back of his dark brown hair and looked up at Rekkan, embarrassed or ashamed of himself.

"I did something wrong, didn't I?"

"Mum's the word, Twiss." Rekkan put it simply. "It will be as if it never happened, and you will never talk about her abilities. With her or anyone else. Understand?" His voice was beyond clinging to guttural, it was stern and demanding. Twiss gulped for the first time after being under Atovar. This man wasn't a psychopath like the other revealed himself to be in the late teen's first mission, but he was scary nonetheless. His eyes harbored a dangerous fire, as if he was about to consume Twiss in the gleaming red that sparked from their centers.

"What do you mean? I have no idea what you're talking about." He said, nervously. Rekkan nodded once, slowly. They were in the same page. "I'll go back to Swass."

"Take this. Store it." The swordsman handed the crossbow and the silver bolts to the young man and saw him off. He turned to the front of the wagon and walked there, where Ymir was.
Leon
The further she distanced herself from Twiss, the more her body was allowed to relax along with her mind. Marsila didn't know how to feel about the two mercenaries knowing her identity, but there was nothing she could now do about it besides pray that he was speaking the truth. Even though she felt cruel thinking it, but she was glad Swass was injured. She only had one Mercenary to worry about turning on her. 

The men, women and children mingled among themselves, occasionally looking towards Marsila, aware that she had some involvement in the destruction of their homes. The shifter simply ignored them as she was far too exhausted after all that had happened, it was simpler to pretend they didn't exist for the time being. She had enough on her plate to worry about. 

Priscilla was spotted not far from one of the caravans, checking on a younger males arm which had been badly burnt. He had been in his home when the mercenaries decided it would be fun to set the houses alight, he was lucky to only lose the skin on his arm compared to those who never got the opportunity to escape their houses. 

The closer she walked to the medical woman, the more Marsila noticed the sullen look her features gave away and the red tinge of her eyes, making it evident she had been crying. 

The moment she noticed the shifter, Priscilla began wrapping the man's wound with fresh cloth as the flesh had been cleaned of Ash and dirt. It didn't take long until she found herself walking towards Marsila, the soles of her feet dragging along the ground as she couldn't find the energy to take proper steps. She knew exactly how Priscilla felt.

"You should be resting. You have been through a lot and I am sure there are others who know how to treat the rest." Marsila began while raising her arms to her chest so she could cross them over each other. Priscilla simply shook her head with a tired smile that had been forced on her lips. 

"I did enough resting when I slept." She lied. "Besides, this keeps me distracted from.." She stumbled over her words, unable to finish her reply without breaking down into a mess. "It gives me something to focus on. I'm tired of crying and I know he would hate to see me like this."

It was quite obvious who she spoke of as Marsila dropped one of her arms to her side and raised the other, reassuringly gripping her shoulder. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't realise." 

Priscilla reached up to hold onto Marsila's hand, thankful for what she had Rekkan had done for her. She didn't blame them for Bran's death. She knew they were evil men who were after them and have helped her late husband and herself without her having to ask. 

Releasing her hold on Marsila, she reached down into one of the pockets before pulling out the amulet she had been trusted with. 

"I think this belong to you."