Lelah
*Oryra had finally made her way to somewhere safe, least she hoped so as she made her way to the shrine. As far as she knew the place was a sacrifice spot. For her though this was a place she would use to keep away from the slavers and guards she had escaped from. She'd spent a year in prison hoping for the sisterhood to get her out, the one she'd trusted the most had always said they would be there for her. Though the moment she messed up they had abandoned her just like her parents before. Had it all been a waste? To believe in someone was really on her side like that? To have trained and done everything she'd been told to do?

Oryra signed as they scoped out thr shrine. Sure she didn't believe in the gods but a lot seemed to. At one point she believed in them as well, though with how much she'd been abandoned by others there couldn't be any gods. They were all just myths to make children obey their parents was all they were. Stories to strike fear or hope into someone. Though the moment you really needed one, well you found out they didn't exist and was all just stories. This is at least what Oryra believed. Because if they really did exist. They did it... They were cruel beings that enjoyed the sufferings of the people they made.

Oryra would flinch slight, being startled by the blood dripping down their temple. One of the guards had gotten a good swing in with the hilt of their sword to her head. It had almost made her black out, but not quite. She had too much adrenaline going through her veins at the moment, too much to lose, and not enough time. She knew she probably looked bad. Probably had a lot of deep wounds and gashes but it didn't matter at the moment since she needed to make sure the area was safe first.*
William
It had been a surprisingly quiet day, all things considered. Since their arrival in Lazaroth, the Doctor had mostly just been busy with treating patients with various ailments, which included some checkups with the former slave known now as Ashby. Frankly, watching his condition improve was the highlight of their day, but they didn't have the time nor energy to talk to him very much - and apparently, he was busy occasionally as well, and so was Henryk, and anyone else they might've wanted to spend the day with.

Today was one of those rare days that the Doctor didn't have a lot to do, and so they decided to spend the time exploring their surroundings for once. Though they'd been living here for a week or so, they hadn't yet had time to visit the nearby area, see if there was anything interesting there that they should keep in mind. Today seemed as good a day as any.

The walk here had been... Unremarkable. As always when they headed outside, the Doctor was wrapped up in that warm coat Brakteon had given them, holding it tightly around themself. It didn't make them warm, necessarily, but it made the cold survivable enough, and the exercise of walking was helping a little, though there was still the problem that their body was unable to retain any heat on its own.

With every step, they cursed the fact that they'd let it get so bad. This feeling was awful. The cold, the exhaustion, the weakness, it didn't use to be that way. But now, it was, and it seemed nigh impossible to change it.

A sigh escaped them. Best not focus on that, and instead try to get something warm to drink somewhere in town, maybe a bite to eat if they felt up for it - but most importantly, a warm location to stay away from the cold for a little while. This truly was unbearable, and once again, the Doctor silently cursed whoever had decided to settle here once upon a time.
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Of course that wasn't happening. As soon as they got close enough, the Doctor could feel it. That faint tug at the edge of their mind, telling them that someone nearby was injured. Of *Course*.

Any normal person might have ignored it, continued on with their day as if it wasn't happening, but they just couldn't. The Doctor inhaled a deep breath, turned in the direction where they sensed it, and started jogging there, ignoring the few confused looks they got from others. Where was it? They were so glad that they had that sixth sense of theirs that was leading the way, otherwise they never would have found it - even if they almost ran into a few poles along the way.

Soon enough, they arrived at what seemed to be a shrine of some kind, and there, the injured person. The Doctor approached quickly, hands held out, gaze focused solely on the injuries. "I am a doctor, you are hurt," They announced, voice clear and without its usual tiredness in it. "Please, let me aid you." Hopefully this person wasn't going to make this any more difficult than it had to be. This could just be a quick heal, and then they could go and find the warmth their body so desperately required.

At least they didn't look very much like a threat. Pale, skinny, short for their species, and with permanent bags under their eyes, it was hard to believe that they could cause anyone any harm. But, it was still very possible to see them as threatening - after all, they were a stranger, and appearances could be deceiving. Plus, with mages running around that could cast spells on a whim... There was no telling what this white-haired 'doctor' may try to do, should the stranger choose to let them approach.
Lelah
*Oryra had been almost finished checking the area, it took a little longer than she had wanted since the adrenaline had worn off a while ago and she was now feeling her wounds. A lot of them had been bleeding for some time which wasn't a good thing. If she passed out now she would probably freeze to death from the cold weather. She's sure been in a lot of cold weather the last year but it didn't mean she could survive it if she passed out. 

Oryra wouldn't be keeping track to what all was going around her. This being why she's not heard the doctor get close. It was a bad sign when she didn't even hear someone not being quite getting close to her. At hearing them she would go into defense, using her weapon. Using multiple needles quickly, she would make an invisible barrier of sharp threads in front of the doctor. If they so much as stepped forward too close they would be instantly cut. She didn't plan to kill anyone else but if they became a threat all she would need to do was pull the threads tight.

She wouldn't trust them just because they looked weak and tired. She didn't trust anyone at the moment as she held a handful of threads. Though using as many threads as she did also was causing her to become weaker herself. It was probably not a smart move but one she did anyways. She would glare at the doctor as they could tell her breathing was labored, her temple had blood flowing down it from a 3 inch gash. Her side, left forearm, and right leg seemed to also be injured. Whatever had happened to her seemed to have been a fight. Though as to what she was doing to cause such a state was unclear. The guarded look though told that she didn't trust anyone. Doctor Jones would either have to prove to her they weren't going to cause any harm or wait till she passed out. Which the latter was probably the easiest as she was in rough shape.* "Don't take a step closer... I won't hesitate to kill you. You can say you what you want but anyone can say one and be another."