Frankie
Amaryllis certainly wasn't going to be winning any beauty contests any time soon. Already, her right eye was swollen shut and her lip was split, while blood trickled from her nose. Her assailant had certainly done a number on her, but it was nothing that wouldn't heal up in a few days. Curse her injury and that shifter! Perhaps, without that old injury, she could have broken free and ran away! No... Her assailant had simply been too strong for her. She shuddered to think of what would have happened had Tagus and the other knights not been here. Northwind was an unsettled place as of the moment, and it was even more dangerous than usual. 

She was shaking pretty badly from her ordeal, but she didn't want to let on how frightened she was. So despite her fear, she managed a little nod and said weakly, "Yes... Yes, I'm alright, sir." She pinched the bridge of her nose as she tried to get the bleeding to stop, wincing a little from the pain. 

With that, she turned and started to make her way back towards the cabin, her limp a little more pronounced than usual and her steps staggered. She was quite dazed from the blows to the head, but she wished to make it back to the cabin on her own power. Besides, the knights were clearly in a hurry to report to their commander and ensure the safety of their charge, and she would only slow them down. 

But who was it that had attacked her? Had they been there the whole time as she bathed, watching and waiting for her? Were they slavers? There were stories of people been kidnapped and sold into slavery, though she never thought it would happen to her. Were they a thief? Were they after Josephine and her party? Were there more out there? Amaryllis didn't have the answers to any of these questions, and that was the scariest thought of all.
Eddie
With the threat of the single attacker resolved, Hausel didn't wait for Tagus and Amaryllis before turning on his heel on leaving the creek on a hurried walk to report back to Knight Commander Roderick. It wasn't the thought that the two people behind him were Shitbloods, but the paranoia that the camp was endangered and so was their charge.

Tagus had other concerns. Yes, he was worried about Josephine and her safety, but so was he worried about Amaryllis and the blood that trickled down her nose, along with the bruises and cuts from the struggle. "Excuse me, miss." He said so as his left arm draped her shoulders. It was a light pressure that was shifted to her back as fingers wrapped around the top of her left arm. He wanted to support her limp as she walked, looking over his shoulder every once in a while to make sure no one came back. His right hand was guided in front of her face and his two fingers, index and middle, pressed against her forehead to suggest she lean her head back to control the blood flow. "Let me guide you." He said, taking the young woman by his slow and patient walk as they came around the cabin.

It wasn't panic that controlled the camp. Lord Roderick made sure that his men scattered to form a perimeter around the cabin and keep watch. Josephine was in front of the wooden house, guarded by a tower of a man the others called Howitzer. Howitzer was wearing full plate, a fully enclosed helmet and wielded a massive two bearded axe with his two hands, at a stance that vowed to engage any should combat arise. The young noble had a hand on her rapier, which was strapped to the left side of her waist. When she saw Tagus and Amaryllis, she rushed towards the two with a deep look of worry mixed with anxiety. Her heart felt like it fell off her chest and into the hands she held together in a tight grip. Josephine cupped Amaryllis' face gently. She was frowning, brows arched with green eyes gleaming as if she was about to cry.

"Let's go inside, Ryllis! Let me mend your wounds!" She beckoned more than requesting or demanding, it wasn't even a suggestion. It was full blown worry for seeing the rupture of the skin and swollen flesh.

"I could not see him clearly and I doubt Tagus had a better view. I managed to hit his leg, though." Hausel reported.

"Do you expect us to suspect every man with a limp from now on?" Roderick said with a hint of frustration. "There are many variables to what that man was doing here. Perhaps he wasn't expecting to see a knight, or perhaps he was testing our reaction time."

"If he was after the lady, I think he wouldn't risk losing his head over some Shitblood."

Hausel was probably right, but Roderick admonished him. "Watch your tongue, Hausel. The lady invited Amaryllis to join us. You must not let your views affect your duty."

"I will not! I don't understand the point of having a *Peasant*Accompany us, nor can I understand the lady's wishes, but I will do my job, Knight Commander!"

"Good! You will join Maverick in patrolling the area in a small circle around the cabin. Report back to the main camp immediately if something is amiss. I don't want any heroes here."

"If Tagus ran faster, we'd have a culprit to interrogate!"

"I don't see you sweating, Hausel. Your antics of blaming others won't work with me. You're dismissed."

Roderick saw the contempt in Hausel's eyes before he turned around and left. It didn't matter for the Knight Commander whether the man liked him or not. He was more focused in the situation at hand. The knight walked towards the cabin, where Tagus would be accompanying Amaryllis and Josephine or guarding the entrance if the shepherdess accepted Josephine's plea to go inside and get her wounds treated.
Frankie
Amaryllis hesitated a little to go inside and have Josephine tend to her. It didn't seem appropriate for a noble to dress her wounds! Yet... She wouldn't be able to see her own face and take care of the damage very well, so she finally agreed, nodding a little as she said, "Thank you, Josephine..." 

She made it inside, with the help of Tagus, and sat heavily into one of the rough-hewn chairs at the table. Her head hurt and it felt like her eye was swelling up to be as big of as a beehive. She also took this opportunity to tip her head back a bit, as Tagus had shown her, and that did help her nose to stop bleeding. 

After a few moments, she looked over at Tagus with her one good eye and managed a faint smile as she said, "Thank you, sir, for helping me... I will have to thank Sir Hausel too... Please... Go help the others. I know you want to prove yourself." She closed her eyes then, finding that it helped relieve the throbbing in her skull too. Speaking hurt, with her split and swollen lip, but it wasn't too bad.
Jeremy
Kharlyle sat at the dinner table alone, nearly every candle drowned in its wax, both plates were filled with with bread crust ends and stains. Lyle began thinking to himself, and all of those bread crusts got him mighty drowsy. He stretched his arms above his head and loudly yawned, he knew there was no one else around.

He was at peace.

His eyes closed.

Wait.

One eye of his opened. "Wait one bleeding second... This is Merc's dining hall!". "Mercurio! Master Mercurio! Where the hell is he going? I'm not cleaning this shit table". A tablesmaid who heard his yells came through the doors from the kitchen, and Kharlyle signaled for her to come forth.

"Please go *Remind* Master Mercurio who's dining hall this is" Kharlyle was a scary man, but he commanded this in such a comical tone, it was difficult for the woman to be instilled with such fear he was accustomed to. Kharlyle laughed softly to himself as the woman ran after the hallway doors.
Bobby
After sorting through a bit of confusion, Mercurio gave a vague apology to the tablemaid and asked her to handle the dishes. 

"It's quite a-alright, Master Whylder." The maid spoke slowly and bowing her head. She'd been here for many a year yet still had yet to get a grip on her situation as a maid here.

But could she? Mercurio would have to wait and see.

"Well, get on with it then." Mercurio turned around and began walking away. "And have someone escort my brother back to his estate. Have him ride my sled carriage as apology."
Jeremy
But the maid returned to an unconscious Kharlyle drooling from his mouth agape. Yes, it may have seen unprofessional of him, but a much larger war was being made in Northwind, and he Whylders would need all the rest they could get. It would be best to leave to Mercurio in the morning to scrape his brother off the chair and bring him back to his house.