Eddie
Amaryllis, Josephine and Tagus
Town of Midde, Northwind

Josephine nodded at her friend. In the early morning of the new day, everyone was recovering scraps and pieces from their homes and homes that were not their own. The girls considered it best to loot the dead, perhaps from houses half ruined and broken by the fires. Even then, there was all the blood on the walls and floors of buildings. Hands of children written in dry blood. The empty scene made Josephine gag. Beings younger than her were butchered by madmen. Was that the reality of the world? Could she really swim against such a powerful tide?

While the girls were finding something to change into, the young knight was having his wounds checked and patched up by the good doctor. He lost a finger in the fight and had a terrible gash on his left shoulder that had a chance of being infected after all the exertions he went through. He was lucky, perhaps, because the doctor was quick in cleaning the wound and wrapping it all up. He was suggested not to make any sudden movement or carry weights to let the shoulder completely heal. It would take a couple of days for it to do so. Tagus didn't know if he could follow the advice. It would depend on Josephine and her need of him.
Frankie
Tagus, Josephine and Amaryllis
Town of Midde, Northwind

Amaryllis was tired, honestly, and if she could have, she would have stopped and rested in Middle for longer. Yet, that would be a death sentence, as the wolfmen would be coming quickly, storming out of the mountain passes like an avalanche and obliterating anything left below them in the little town. More than that, she wanted to get out of this hell, so filled with blood and the ghosts of what was once a happy place. 

Her body was tired from the strain of fighting though, and she had, admittedly, entered a bit of a state of shock. As she moved from body to body and from house to house looking for clothing, her eyes glazed over and a look as dead as the corpses she was looting came over her face. She hated this... She hated every second of it... In the end, she couldn't bring herself to strip the corpses for clothing, save for a pair of shoes. Rather, she managed to find a house with a trunk in it that had been left largely unscathed, and in it were women's clothing. She gave some of them to Josephine, for she and Amaryllis were roughly the same size. The clothes were somewhat ill-fitting on the young girl, but they would have to do for now. They fit better on Amaryllis, who had the stockier body of a mountain-dweller. 

After they had changed and taken what provisions they could, Amaryllis and Josephine returned to the commander. Now it was just a matter of how they would get out of here, since they were down three horses.
Eddie
Amaryllis, Josephine, Tagus
Town of Midde

Josephine felt the outfit was rather loose, but she didn't mind it. It was better than bloodstained clothes with a smell that reminded her of the gropes and the eyes of hunger and madness that stalked her just hours ago. A bucket of cold water would feel good right about then, but they didn't have the time for it. It would be a while until they were safe and able to enjoy a tranquil rest by a warm fire. Until then, the mix of bodily fluids and gore would make up the atmosphere of the group.

When they arrived at the Knight Commander's side, Josephine was thrilled to find Tagus waiting for them. She lost the light of her eyes when she noticed the bandages around his shoulder and the missing finger that was a stub wrapped in white cloth drenched red. She ran to him and touched his hand, asked how he was in a trance of worry. The boy laughed. How could he laugh at a time like that?

"Don't worry, my Lady. I'm fine. I'm glad you're fine too." He was not as warm as the boy back at the tavern, perhaps because Lord Roderick was next to him and demanded a strong sense of chivalry and duty. Etiquette should be followed. The girl shook her head and buried it in his chest. She almost drowned her eyes in tears but was strong enough to hold on. Tagus showed everyone watching a toothy grin, before pushing her away softly. "We should get going."

"Indeed." Roderick said. "There is a large caravan fleeing north to the duchy of a man known as John de Burgh. Beside the barbarian problem, we have a kingless realm with factions dividing it. But this man seems to be of good character. Perhaps we can get help from him."
Frankie
Amaryllis, Josephine, Tagus
Town of Midde

Amaryllis was warmed, somewhat, by the sight of Josie and Tagus. Josie clung to him and held him for a few moments, and Amaryllis could tell from the look on Tagus' face that he was just putting up a front because his fellow knights were here now as well. Had they all been gone, he would have held Josie and comforted her. They were cute together, really... Perhaps...

Amaryllis had little time to ponder it all as they all moved to join the caravan. Amaryllis soon found herself among their ranks, walking along with a horde of other people. Some were on horseback; some were on foot; some rode in wagons. It all depended on the means that people had to travel. The knights took up positions around the caravan for defense. 

But Amaryllis herself was in a fog as she walked along. She stared down at the ground, barely managing to put one foot in front of the other, and her eyes had taken on a glazed, haunted look. Last night had scarred her badly, perhaps worse than all the victims of the plagues that ravished Iron Gates last winter. At least they hadn't been torn to little bits and eaten... Amaryllis had had to bury her family, but at least she had known that they hadn't been raped or eaten or anything. She had had the chance to say goodbye. But those faces of Middle haunted her, far more than the wolfmen she had killed ever would.