Sydney
The necklace snapped. This was it! *He gave up!* Allister looked at his hand, swollen and specked with crimson liquid, then looked at Dava crossly watching as his opponent's anger subsided into disbelief. Almost looking as if he was shocked that the necklace just snapped. He looked at Dava with a cold expression, before turning his short inspection onto the broken necklace - the chain snapped in two - broken because they were acting like children. Surprisingly any distress, horror, or anger was overridden with amusement, his eyes gleaming exultively in the moonlight. The necklace! Oh, the necklace! Stress clawed his stomach and he really wanted to bend over and throw up – cry even. How much worse could his day get? First his nap was interrupted, then this creep stalked him, his body hurt in all and every place, and now his daughter's necklace was broken!

Allister was the foolish one for letting this happen! He should've known the necklace would snap, obviously! Perhaps he should've been more careful trying to get it back, but at least now even if this helpless prick somehow managed to escape with the necklace it wouldn't be worth anywhere near as much if he couldn't fix it! You know what, he could have the broken necklace! Because obviously this thief needed it more then him. Otherwise he was going to starve, *Or die*, or really Ally didn't give a f

Ally just looked at Dava with an icy cold glare, his body tensing and before he knew it he had the dagger in his hand and struck the hilt of it as hard as he could against the side of Dava's head, relishing the sickening *Crack*. This was fine!
Anita
Staring at the remnants of the fragmented necklace, he stared in disbelief of the centerpiece in his hand. Had they just broken it...? Of all the things, the *One* Thing he managed to *Almost* Get away with—was broken over such a petty struggle..? Davaras wasn't angry... He didn't even feel the pain that was coursing throughout his body..! He just gawked at the necklace before he felt a sudden chill run down his spine. He slowly lifted his head as his eyes gradually made their way to meet Ally's cold, amber glare. His mouth slightly opened as if to say something... To ask if it really had broken, to question what the necklace had really meant to him if they fought this much over such a small, valuable piece of jewelry.. His eyes kept darting between the fragmented necklace and Ally. It was unnaturally silent. The longer the silence lasted, the colder the air around them suddenly felt. 

"I..." He opened his mouth to speak but he couldn't find any words to escape his lips. Nothing seemed to matter now. They fought over a necklace that was bound to snap! He closed his mouth and lowered his head to glance back at the ruby bird that was held in his palms. Glancing back to Ally, he suddenly saw his expression change and his body begin to tense. He nearly backed up but his body froze— his eyes following the cold dagger in Ally's grasp. He raised his hand and before he could react, the hilt came down harshly against his head. His vision blacked out instantly, feeling his back hit the ground roughly. His head lulled back, blood beginning to trickle down where the hilt had bluntly came down upon.
Sydney
Allister wiped his nose off, blood smearing onto his black cloak that was messy, cold, and wet after the fight. He didn't register just what he had just done, he just looked at the limp body beneath him, drinking in the sour scent of blood and holding back a cry of pain – from both the physical and mental torment he was experiencing. He looked at Dava, his gaze slowly turning to the necklace in his hands, then back to Dava – by The Nine he hadn't killed him, had he? His teeth sank into his lip and he put the dagger back slowly, clipping it to his belt. His breath was sharp and hoarse, his heart thumping in his chest. He felt a splitting agony running down his entire shoulder from where he had been kicked and don't even mention the head ache, and on top of all this he just felt devastated. The necklace could be easily fixed by his crafty hands but he didn't even take that into consideration - the necklace was broken! He sniffed and rubbed his face, the pure wave of anger he felt before slowly fading into a lapping sadness. Ally huffed before getting onto his knees and tapping Dava's cheek gently, the dolt was still alive – that's for sure. He forced the necklace, obviously not learning anything after it had gotten broken, from Dava's fingers and pulled it close to his chest, his saddened eyes lowering to look it over. Blood was splattered onto it, the metal twisted and bent in some areas from their stupidity, and the metal was cold to touch. Seeing the necklace in such a state made his eyes water with anguish as a disturbing image appeared his head; the necklace had looked like this once before, except he remembered there being more blood on it when he had to peel it from that person's hand. 
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He clenched his teeth and bitterly mumbled under his breath, scolding himself for acting so rashly. Now he needed to decide what to do with the unconscious man. He stared at him for a long while, looking over the blood on his face and bruises on his body. He deserved to be beaten but Ally hadn't intended the fight to end up like this. He rolled his eyes and stood up, pulling some rope out of his pocket. He stepped over him and tied his hands together just in case he woke up before using the rest of his strength to drag him over to a tree and sit him up. He looked at him, the way his head tilted to the side and how his back slumped against the tree - although he was still irritated he originally had no intention of just leaving him out here to die. Even for a thief that seemed a little harsh

He hesitated, before taking the necklace and balancing it on Dava's chest, wrapping the chain around his neck as though it were never broken to begin with. It pained him to just leave the necklace there but he didn't need it, in fact just looking at it anymore tore him up. *Maybe Dava would take better care of it even though his actions were the reason why it was broken! Ugh, can he just... Stop thinking about this!* He already told himself, Dava could have the f

Yes. He came to the conclusion the instant he started questioning his own actions. Ally shoved the fabric back in his bag, shooting a hateful glare at Dava before turning and looking into the woods. Now, to track down his footsteps in the snow and get back to the wagon (so he could cry alone).
Anita
A loud groan escaped his mouth as his eyes slowly opened. He stared up at the blurry, dark haze of leaves that hung among the pine tree that he found his back against. He blinked several times before realization hit him... *N'chow, his head hurt worse than it ever has before...* Blood trickled down the side of his head—his skin was numb but the throb in his head was *Pounding.* He closed his eyes yet again, attempting to move his hand but it was bound. His eyes snapped open as he turned his head to where his hand was—both of his heads were tied and bound as his back was to the tree! Had Ally tied him up when he lost consciousness? Had he knocked him out..? His head throbbed and he let out a soft groan in regret—thinking was painful... With a quick tug and pull, he managed to somewhat loosen the ropes that binded his wrists. He clenched his teeth in agony as he rubbed his broken wrist against the other in attempt to break free from these binds.With a quick snap,the ropes fell to the snow... He almost laughed but a shimmering, glistening reflection caught his eye.He glanced down,his mouth fell agape as he gawked at the chain that was around his neck. Did he seriously leave him—bound and with his most prized possession..? 

Rubbing his broken wrist,he scoffed.After this *Whole* Struggle,after everything—he had just given up?After pressing on his broken wrist?After hitting him several times in the face?After dragging him back down so they could continue their scuffle?After getting knocked unconsciously? No!He was not about to leave him bound,alone in the middle of this frozen wasteland!Davaras weakly stood up and stumbled forward.A faint silhouette caught his eyes before he narrowed his gaze.What was that..?Wait... That was that prude's wagon!Was he really going to leave?!And without his stupid, broken necklace?! 

Following the unmoving wagon,he stumbled along the wheel tracks indented within the snow.Without any prior thinking, he hastily hopped within the wagon.
Sydney
He reached the wagon, following the tracks left behind as he slowly traced them back to the road. His head throbbed and he gripped the gash on the side of his head with his hand, shaking away the pain. He was utterly exhausted and cold, crashing real hard once he reached the wagon and groped for the wooden walls. The throbbing in his head reached its maximum pain and he growled before tearing open the back of the wagon again and shuffling through his stuff. *That idiot!* He grit his teeth and felt tears well in his eyes, threatening to break through. But they weren't really tears of pain, he'd handled more taunting pain then what that *Brat* Had left behind, but he struggled to reason over why he just left the necklace there. He wasn't taking it back no matter what, but the incomprehensible urge to turn tail and run back and swipe it - maybe even smack Dava again for good keeping - was powerful. But he didn't even want to see or picture that necklace! Never in that state! He slammed his fist against the wagon, his ears perking when he heard a glass bottle rattle within it's depths. He lifted himself up, reaching his hands into the pits of the wagon and pulled out a little home-made potion - a healing potion. His eyes immediately sparkles and he un-corked the bottle, tipping his head back and choking the golden liquid down. If course eit was his own home-made potion and actually did little to immediately strengthen him, just the illusion of the comfort was enough to make him feel better. He threw the bottle in the back of the wagon - usually he was diligent in how he organized things but he just wanted to get out of here. He sighed, trying to take his mind off the necklace as he untied Vigilance from her post and climbed in the wagon, pulling Blitz's bird cage out from the back and setting it besides him.
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But as soon as he flicked the reigns, he heard something. His ears pricked and he glared towards the woods, shrinking into himself before snapping the reigns again to get Vigilance to start off at a small trot - but before he could make any distance... *You had to be f

**"Damn it! Get out of the wagon, haven't you caused enough issues already!"** He hissed, reaching out his hand and pulling the bird cage closer to him - thankful he hadn't taken off the fabric that had been on it earlier so blitz didn't start her horrible screeching. *Wasn't it enough! He'd left him the necklace! He wanted to be left alone!* His tone wasn't even angry, just surprised — he wasn't sure he could even get angry at this point after upsetting himself over the necklace.
Anita
He clutched the necklace within his numb hand, as he waited contently behind Ally. You know, he wasn't such a prude when his mouth wasn't running with so many complaints. Dava sat down in a criss-cross position on the wagon's floor, waiting until he was either noticed or the wagon began to get a move-on. He didn't exactly have a plan but one thing was for sure.. That asshole was going to get his dumb necklace back. His eyes darted to one of the chests beside him, the closest one being to his right. He haphazardly leaned over, his fingers briefly grazing over the chest's padlock. It was frozen to which the only way it could be opened was with brute force. But... His turned his focus to an empty satchel that he must've ransacked previously. As he reached for the satchel instead... He nearly fell backwards when the wagon jerked to a stop. "Hey!! Watch it!!" He grimaced, having to regain his balance just to sit up properly. His hands couldn't stop shaking but he grasped the floor of the wagon for leverage to keep himself upright. His head throbbed with every jolt, every movement his body made. Any injuries he had was either frozen or infected by now, not that it mattered since he couldn't feel any of it. The only pain he was in agnoy about was his head as it pounded with every jolt his body made. "Calm your ass down, I'm only here to return your dumb necklace!" He held up the golden chain of the necklace, dangling it as he rolled his eyes. "Just take it." He held it forward towards Ally, waving the chain obnoxiously in front of him.
Sydney
Allister snapped his teeth, his eyes glinting with frustration once more. He gave Dava a livid look, seething at how *Comfortable* He made himself look. He wanted to give it back? He was suddenly aware of all the bruises and aches in his body - *All because Dava stole the necklace and now wanted to give it back after he ruined it?* He felt a wave of complete despair well up in his throat and he had to stop himself from just sobbing and screaming, had he just been playing him? Did he know what the necklace meant to him? Was his whole plan just to take it, break it, and then mock him? He felt like he was bursting at the seams, turning his body away from Dava and cowering, covering his ears as he had to stop himself from completely losing his shit. Usually he could handle stress - IN DANGEROUS SITUATIONS: FIGHTING, KILLING, SURVIVING. *But he couldn't handle the stress this man was putting on him, not after he attacked something so sensitive- even though he hadn't realized it.* He absolutely felt torn apart, why couldn't he just have sat there and frozen to death, took the necklace and went on his merry way, why did he have to come back! Ally sat in silence and completely ignored him, before suddenly getting up and hastily climbing into the back of the wagon, stomping over the short rail that sperated the front from back. He didn't care if he felt terrible, pain coursing through his body- he was ready to start another fight- **"Haven't you been insulting enough! First you stalk me, then you steal from me, then you *Break* My daughters necklace and try to return it?!"** He snapped impulsively, another bout of anger rising in him. He didn't let on anything other then the necklace belonged to his daughter, thankfully, otherwise who knew what this idiot would do with that information.

He came eye to eye with Dava, kicking things out of his way and lashing out his hand to try and snag the necklace harshly from Dava. *Once he got it he was going to jam it down Dava's throat.* **"Just take the damn thing and piss off!"**
Anita
He nearly jumped back when Ally had climbed into the back of the wagon. Dava watched the thoughts stir in Ally's mind, struggling to acknowledge if coming back to return the necklace was good idea... "It was... Your daughter's..?" He questioned hesitantly. A twinge of guilt began to swell up within his chest, causing a tight ache within. His eyes narrowed in confusion, concern and maybe even regret. "...You did all of this... Put up with all my shit... Even bludgeoned my head in just to get your daughter's necklace back!" He threw his hands up with the raise of his voice. Great! Now he felt bad! What thief—no—what Camonna Tong member feels *Remorse* For stealing—let alone *Anything??* His gaze was locked solid on the ground as he sat there, undecisive. After all of this... After *All* Of this utter nonsense, and wasted time and energy—the necklace—*His daughter's necklace*— was broken! He didn't even want to hold it in his bloodied hands anymore! 

"N'chow el... (Damn it) now I feel bad! Can you just take your fucking neck—" He jerked back suddenly as Ally seemly lunged forward, ripping the necklace from his grasp. His crimson eyes widened as he watched the chain be forcefully removed from his hold—not that he was complaining... At least that prude taken his necklace back, even if it was rather forceful..
Sydney
Ally snatched the necklace, his ears twitching as it jingled in his hands. He threw his hands up in exasperation, his lips smacking, and eyes rolling sarcastically, an irate smile forming on his face. You couldn't be serious! He felt bad now? His teeth grit and he couldn't help but fail to see that, he was perfectly fine with taking the items before. The hand that held the necklace trembled and he glanced at the ruby bird - his eyes rounding, and he was clearly more upset then angry at this point- although it was clear he was becoming more and more maddened by the moment. *He started the fight to get his daughters necklace back and it was really the only thing he was concerned about being stolen at first... I mean a gem or two wouldn't hurt him... He just hates the thought of letting someone steal from him. The necklace was different though, he would've gone to the ends of the world to get it back... *At least a moment ago;* He didn't want it now. It was so important to Dava that he broke it, given Ally had a hand to play in that, if he'd just given it back none of this wouldn't have happened. They both sounded like children- and Ally couldn't pick out who was acting more childish, but he snapped at Dava with the same irate smile without a care of how irrational he was about to be.

His voice quivered with devastation and anger and he looked at Dava before swinging the necklace by the chain right at his face. **"Oh, now you feel bad?"** He snarled, gripping the side of the wagon, **"I'll bludgeon your head again if you don't take it and leave me alone. *I have things to do and you've held me up long enough.*"**
Anita
His eyes widened as he listened to his protest—*Now he didn't want it?* What?? This was ridiculous! After all of *This* And the horrific scuffle they've gotten into— now he didn't want it?! What about his daughter? Didn't she want it back? Did she give it to him? Was it taken? He said it was a gift but why did he mention it was his daughter's then? Was he present in her life? He had over a million questions and no answers-! 

"If I has known it was your daughter's, I wouldn't have even bothered to steal it! Why would I take it now?! You broke it!" He grimaced sourly, snatching the chain of the necklace and jamming it back in Ally's hands. "Just take it! After you tried to *Murder* Me over it, you shouldn't just give it back!" Stubbornly shoving Ally to the side, he moved to the front of the carriage. There was no point in staying in the back of the wagon with that psychopath. He was just going to hop in the front and wait for this idiot to come to his senses! Then he could take him to the nearest inn so he can get some rest! He closed his eyes, wishing he hadn't moved at all. How much his head ached... It wasn't the worst pain he's felt but he certainly didnt relish in that fact. He knew his was going to get dragged back there in mere seconds but he just wanted distance between them in case that prude tried to return his *Daughter's* Necklace! "When you can get your loin-cloth untwisted, you can start taking me to the nearest inn. I'm freezing my ass off arguing with you." He sat down once he climbed over the wooden panel that separated the bed of the wagon and the driver's bench.
Sydney
He was getting tired - and stumbled when Dava shoved him to the side, a sharp cough erupted from his chest. He was becoming utterly exhausted and wouldn't mind going to an inn, but he wasn't taking this idiot with him, he could walk! I mean, he managed to follow Ally all the way here! He shivered as his hand touched the cold wood of the wagon, pulling his wet cloak- covered in snow and small spatters of blood- tighter to block out the chill, and swung the broken necklace in his hand. **"Why would you have taken my things to begin with!"** He snapped, throwing himself back onto his feet and shaking his throbbing head - as though he could just shake the pain away. **"You moron! I didn't originally try to murder you- I was patient at first!"** He snarled in response, his hands waving as he thought, trying to expell the not-so-good thoughts going through his head. This wasn't even worth is anymore! He looked at the necklace, then at Dava who sat in the front seat. *He just needed to be quiet for a bit. There was no point in arguing anymore. The more he said the more he felt himself being aggravated.*

He fell silent and glared at Dava, he could bring him to an inn! But not when he was being so obnoxious - if he wanted to go to an inn they'd have a quiet road trip. He just needed to hit him hard enough - *In the right spot.* There was a cruel, icy look in his eyes as he gazed at the back of Dava's head. He could take him to the nearest inn - dump him infront of the door and might as well give him *Everything* He wanted. Then Ally was going down south and never speaking to anyone again, or going into an inn. He grabbed something random in his hand- a pot- the wagon shaking even front his light steps as he approached the driver's seat holding a pot in one hand and the necklace in the other. He couldn't believe the audacity! **"You want to go to an inn now?! You can either walk, or were going to have a *Silent trip*."**
Anita
*'You want to go to an inn now?! You can either walk, or we're going to have a silent trip.'* 

What...? Was... Was he being threatened?? He wasn't doing anything this time! He wasn't the hostile one! Wait—is that seriously a pot in his hand?! His eyes widened before they narrowed into an hard, stone glare. "Are you *Threatening* Me?!" He snapped to face Ally, a cold grimance present on his features. His eyes darted quickly to the pot as he extended his hand, slowly grazing the frozen metal of the pot. The tips of his fingers slightly anchoring the rim of pot, trying to gradually lower it. "Of course I want to go to an inn! Why would I want to stay in this frozen wasteland, freezing my ass off with a prude like you!" He rolled his eyes, letting out a harsh scoff. All he did was complain, complain, complain! "You can stop running your mouth and wake me up when we reach the nearest inn." He closed his eyes, resting his head against the back of the driver's bench. His arms reached behind his head to serve as a cushion for his throbbing head. Now if only this prude could shut up..
Sydney
Ally let Dava lower the pot but his arm was still stiff - as if he was debating his decision to strike. His icy glare glinted with anger, his lip curling. Was he going to hit Dava? Of course he was still going to hit him! Ally was just building up that bubbling anger beforehand; plus it would be better if Dava turned away so he could get a better angle. His glare hardened and he gazed with cold calculation in his eyes, looking for the best place to strike. Allister snorted, Dava better not be complaining about the cold! If anyone was to complain it was him - he could be halfway to Windhelm by now, he probably would've found another inn but now he'd lost so much time on his trip because of this! He hadn't invited Dava on the trip in the first place yet here he was complaining about the cold! Dava could still be in the inn beating up his old friend- who, mind you, was probably still face first on the ground- but instead he was here picking a fight with Ally in the middle of the night. And now he expected him to bring his cold little a$$ to an inn? Ally shivered as he felt the cold, howling wind run up his face and chill his skin where wet blood still coated it. It was reckless continuing the fight instead of treating wounds or letting his body rest, or even sheltering from the cold - but soon enough he'd be at peace to do whatever he wanted! Ally dropped the necklace on the floor of the wagon and grabbed the pot's handle with both hands, losing all previous grace, if any, as he turned his entire body and raised his arms up just to strike down hard on Dava's head, ramming the pot into Dava's temple. Oh, he could get as comfortable as he wanted now!
Anita
After closing his eyes, resting his head against his aching, numb hands, he leaned to the side to speak; "I'm taking a nap. Wake me up when you're feeling oh-so-accommodating." He muttered, exhaustion present in his voice. He couldn't feel his face nor his hands, his fingers were a lighter purple than his natural skin tone, freezing at the touch. He could barely see his own breath in the freezing air. The only warmth he felt was within his scarf but even then, it was soaking wet from the snow that melted within. All his cuts and bruises didn't ache anymore which should've been concerning, but whether he had frostbite or not didn't matter to him. He was just happy some of the agonizing aching was numb for now. "This cart's not gonna get a move on its own the more you keep glaring holes into me." 

Opening an eye to glance at the homicidal lunatic, he noticed the necklace slipping from his hold onto the floor. His ears perked up from the noise, peaking his interest to sit up to acknowledge the change in atmosphere. He adjusted his hands to grasp the seat of the bench, as his gaze focused in on the sudden clutch of the pot handle. He wasn't really going to... Dava didn't have time to react as the pot was brought down harshly onto his head. His vision immediately darkened as his body fell limp against the bench of the wagon. His eyes fluttered closed as his breath slowed to soft breaths. Blood began to trickle down his forehead, slowly onto his bruised cheekbone.
Sydney
*Whoops*, he hadn't meant to hit so hard. He watched as the dunmer's face hit the cold wood, his scarf falling around his face. Ally gaped, anger still burning in his gaze as clouds of cold air streamed from his mouth. He twitched, his arm's slowly lowering as if he expected Dava to jump back up at him like some rabid cat. Last time he was up in an instant, like if you hit him he'd just pop back up but more annoying. He clenched his grip on the pot debating on whether he'd just smash the pot into his head a few more time's for safekeeping. He stood there for what seemed like forever, his gaze filled with conflicting looks of horror and lividness, just waiting for the moment he'd jump up and attack - heh, but this time he didn't get up. A nervous chuckle escaped Ally's mouth and his arms slowly lowered, the pot slipping from his hand and falling to the ground, clattering into other pots and causing a sudden echo of noise around the forest. Ally blinked, his body tensing as his arms fell limp to his side as he just took his time to stare at Dava with those cold eyes of his, shock slowly leaking into his vision. *This was fine. The perfect revenge for this idiot.* His teeth chattered partly from the cold and his sudden paranoia, Dava wasn't being particularly aggressive at him - he recognized he was the one who made things escalate that time but at least he'd have some quiet now! He stole a quick glance at the necklace and feeling safe now leaned down and picked it up, rolling it over in his fingers a few times and ignoring the biting cold metal. There was no use in sitting in pity now - the necklace was broken and he needed to finish this petty fight. 
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Ally worked through unbearable pain and hopped from the cart, snidely walking to the front of the wagon where the driver's seat was. He could hear a flutter of wings as Blitz stirred in alarm - just a little too late at this point. He looked at Dava and reached his hand out to move his scarf so he could get a better look at the gash he'd left on his head. *Ow*, even he recoiled at the nasty look at it. Thank goodness the cold made his wounds numb but he drained every last ounce of his strength as he hauled Dava onto his shoulders, his legs trembling as he pulled all his weight onto his back. He nearly collapsed at first, his knees buckling beneath him. He narrowly missed falling onto his face and being crushed by Dava's dead weight, but hit his knee hard on the ground and stopped his fall. It was a struggle for life to the back of the wagon, his knees trembling and arms shaking, before he threw him into the back, rolling the body towards the middle of the wagon. He heaved, his ears flattening as he pressed his forehead to the floor of the wagon and grit his teeth from the pain. He may have been the winner but he didn't make it out completely unharmed. Black sparkled at the edge of his vision and he was in a daze as he made his way back to the front of the wagon and dragged his body into the seat, blindly reaching for the reins before sitting up and flicking them, sinking back in exhaustion as the wagon began to creak and sway as hey began moving. He leaned his head against the back of the bench, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth- **"Shut up, Blitz"** He snapped in a daze, thinking he heard the bird fluttering in the cage beside him. He sighed, taking his time in focusing on everything that had happened in the past few hours, from when he'd entered the inn to this moment. Was it really worth it? He felt tears prickle his eyes, idiot!

The fight wasn't worth it, Filly's necklace was broken, but now that he was starting to calm down he realized it would honestly be an easy fix. What hurt him the most was the creeping guilt he swore he didn't have. He must've been too aggressive in that fight, Dava was being an ass but did he really deserve this sort of treatment? Was it really worth it? He focused in on his own pain and let out a grunt as his head sparkled, most of his wounds had become numb and he would've treated them but he felt like if he moved his entire body would shut down. Along with the cold and injuries he also felt a pang in his stomach, the last thing he had eaten was those berries and those weren't very filling from his standpoint. He tried to shake the patronizing guilt- agonizingly aware of the presence of a body in the back of his wagon. His ears flattened as he drank in the presence, the smell of blood, sweat, shallow breaths - *Shallow breaths?* Certainly his breathing should be soft but not that soft? Allister blinked open his eyes and shifted his body, nearly crying out in pain- the aches had finally settled in. He noticed how cold he was getting, his lips had frozen and blood was dried to his face, and his movements were shaky, and not from the pain - but was that really a problem? He flinched as he realized he'd left Dava in his soaked clothes and bloody head open for the cold to bite, realizing just how close he was to killing them both because of frost-bite. He was surprised he hadn't made this realization sooner and cursed under his breath. Well, even though he hated Dava with a burning passion that wasn't going to keep them warm and he wasn't cruel enough to let someone die in the back of his wagon all because he knocked them out- even if it was for a good reason.

He cursed under his breath, glancing towards Vigilance before deciding he was going to patch himself up real quick. It would be a sloppy job but the cold was starting to settle in and he probably already had an infection - and he guessed he could help the poor, helpless soul freezing in the back. He grunted in pain but slipped out of the driver's bench into the back, his hands shaking from the cold. He slipped through the supplies and kept his distance from Dava as he searched for bandages. It took him a while but he found it and pulled out fresh supplies and a few more of his home-made health potions. He spent an agonizing amount of time pulling up his clothes and wrapping the bandages loosely and messily around his wounds, his final wound was wrapping the gash on his head. He then drank two of the potions to give him a little bit of strength. The potions were slow working but definitely gave a boost over time, they worked just enough for Ally to not care to dig further into the subject. He then glanced at Dava and swore under his breath, turning his head to the bird cage, **"I can't believe this"** He snarled his complaint to the bird, **"I'm going to have to nurse, wounds I caused! You should've tried harder to keep him away, dumb bird!"** Either Blitz was asleep or she didn't respond. Ally pulled out a thin blanket to try and keep himself from freezing as he shakily began to work on Dava- he wasn't going to give him an extensive treatment but he'd do his best to make sure he stayed alive. With shaky hands he slipped bandages over the large gash on his head, and then turned to his wrist. He originally wasn't going to do this but he positioned it the best he could and then wrapped the rest of the bandages around it- not as tightly as they needed to be. His gaze turned into an icy glare as he stared at the thieves face, and he felt the slightest itch to just smack him.
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It took him forever to finish, and felt like he was going to black out by the time he pulled off the soaking scarf and replaced it with a thick blanket, pushing a little potion to the side. If he was nice when he woke up maybe he'd let Dava drink it! Ally crawled back to the front of the cart with his own blanket, barely making it over the railing and grasping the reigns in his hand. He slumped with exhaustion, just letting the pain consume him. **"This night couldn't get any worse, Blitz"** He whispered under his breath, feeling himself slip back and forth between consciousness.
Anita
After what must've been an hour and half of being unconscious, a soft groan escaped his mouth, his eyes tightening slightly before just *Barely* Opening. He must've blinked several times before acknowledging his surroundings. He was... Strangely warm and his head wasn't throbbing nearly as bad as it had been before. As he went to feel his head, his eyes widened in surprise as he stared at his bandaged wrist and his fingertips brushed over a bandage that was just over what must've been some gash! Any anger or resentment was replaced with shock or even gratitude. He slowly sat up, an ache was still present within his arms but he shakily sat himself up. He took a moment to take in his surroundings as the carriage ride was moving along almost peacefully. The bloodied pot that must've been used to knock him senseless was beside the rest of the pots within the front of the bed of the wagon. His gaze focused to his right where the bird cage was where that homicidal lunatic's bird was confined... Blitz if he remembered correctly. His eyes gradually moved to just the floor beside him... A small potion? Was it a health potion..? He picked it up gently, turning it in various directions as he inspected the bottle with a narrowed gaze. Was this meant for him..? His head did ache and he could've sworn his wrist was still broken but treated nonetheless.

 Hah!He should drink it! He needed it... But... His crimson eyes fell upon the back of the exhausted man.Was he treated at all..? Davaras' ears drooped in concern as he noticed the dried blood within his dark auburn locks.From what he could see,the side of his face had dried blood and he seemed to be slipping in and out of sleep.Should he really be selfish..?Even after that prude took his time to bandage him?Dava glanced back to the potion within his hand and swallowed the lump in his throat.Pushing the thick blanket off, he moved behind Ally's right side, leaning over the wooden panel to extent his hand. "Here." He mumbled sourly.
Sydney
Between his nodding off's random thoughts filled his head- he couldn't believe he'd treated his enemy's wounds- had he died yet? Or woken up, perhaps he should grab the pan in case another attack ensued- gosh, he never checked if Blitz was okay- were they going into the right direction- those wolf howls seemed to be getting closer- where was the necklace he needed to fix it- where was Filomena, she'd be able to tell him exactly what was broken-... He shook himself as he felt himself nodding off, looking in a daze at his surroundings. He'd probably done a better job on Dava compared to himself, he couldn't see his own wounds, and let's not forget the fact he was still up and had worked harder to get that idiot into the back of the wagon then fighting him. He suddenly felt jealous, he wanted to curl under that blanket and sleep too. He hadn't realized just how loopy he was becoming and when they came to a split in the road nonchalantly flicked the reigns and led them in the wrong direction. If he could just slip off for a second this would all be better- he groaned and muttered sour complaints, every so often the name 'Blitz' rolling off his tongue as he spoke his complaints to the bird. At this point, the blood on his body and wet clothes were just an irritation - his skin was numb so he couldn't feel anything anyways! He stubbornly pulled the thin blanket closer and shivered, the first inn he saw they were stopping at. At some point he groaned and buried his head in his palms, trying to ignore the pain in his body, his ears twitching as the cold sank into them. 

He was too loopy and dazed to realize- *Someone*- had begun to stir in the back of the wagon and his biggest fear was about to strike him.

He was in the process of slipping back asleep against his will when he nearly jumped out of his pants when he caught sight of an arm emerging from the side of his head. He snarled, jumping back and lashing out his hand blindly at Dava- h... How?! His eyes opened in horror and he blinked, I think maybe he got hit in the head too hard! *He couldnt be up, he hit dava as hard as he could!* **"What are you doing, trying to give me a heart attack, idiot! Get back there or I'm going to throw you out of the wagon!"** He snapped.