Mona
*A parasite? Mox eyes Psyche even more cautiously at that. Just what has he gotten himself into here?* "What kind of parasite? That don't look natural. Never seen one big enough to see its movements." *Pointing his knife at Psyche he twirls it around while using it as a pointer.* "How does one manage to catch something like this anyway? It common in this place or something of a unique situation?"
Clayton
*Ishikawa motioned for him to hush, in tbe case it could hear them*
"As it is, it appears to be a face growing out of her back... Sentient, as well."
 
*He was now watching the knife Mox was holding, a bit concerned he might try something.*
"From what I understand, she got it from a farmers boy.. I-"

*He sighed, shaking his head.*
"I've honestly seen nothing like this before. I'm just hoping it doesn't spread through touch..."
Mona
*Mox blinks, she had a what? The canifor making a face as his ears fold back. What in the name of the ancestors did he get himself into!* "You think it can spread?" *He asks a tad nervous. The knife in his hand was thin, sharp, no cross guard. The thing was probably balanced for throwing as where the three others accompanying it on the belt across his chest.*

*For now it remains idle in his hand, the canifor squinting at Psyche. Then turning to look at the fire again as he fiddles with the knife in his hands.* "Really hoping that healer can help her now."
Clayton
*Ishikawa shifted, absentmindedly grasping his hands together, squeezing the one that had touched her.*
"From what... *They've* Said, there was at least one othe host, but it was unclear if he remained.. Afflicted. I doubt something such as this would spread over a night, but I certainly wont be resting either way..."

*He looked back to Psyche with concern, giving a nod and a look of compassion.*
"I feel terrible for them, their mind seems altered the most. If Ellaine was able to heal me, hopefully-"

*He'd gently rub the scar on his neck.*
"Hopefully she can save them before it's too late."
*He murmured darkly,*
"If it isn't already."
Mona
*Mox continues to play with his knife.* "Ain't right to let another suffer when the problem can be fixed. I'm with you on that." *An ear swivels towards Ishikawa as a name is mutterd, Mox looking their way once more.* "Friend of yours that knows the healing touch? Must be good if they managed to close that up before you met your end." *He points his knife at the scar along their neck.*
Clayton
*Ishikawa shook his head at the notion he was friends with Ellaine, further leaning back against the fuzzy wall that was his horse. The horse, of course, paid no mind.* 

"No... She just happened to be in the right place at the right time..." 

*Ishikawa cringed slightly at the mention of the scar on his neck, his bad hand still trembling, He was wearing gloves, so one couldn't see any scarring on that hand, but it seemed... Disjointed. As if his fingers didn't line up entirely as they should.* 

"Let's just say... There are things worse than death." 
*He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in and out, before opening them again. Whatever she had helped him with was clearly something that hurt him in more of a mental way than physical, though his wounds were still numerous from what one could tell.*
Mona
*Mox slowly nods. Digesting that comment as he let his mind wander.* "For someone so scarred you don't carry much in the way of weapons. Don't recall if Kitsunes have claws." *He lightly teases, trying to change the subject and keep the talking going as it kept his mind off the fact they had someone with a parasite in them within arms reach.*

*With a warm fire the night was looking just a bit better for the canifor. He didn't make much headway today to the next city but compared to how the night could have gone it wasn't the worst thing he has run into. Since he was going to be here for awhile? He swings his pack around once more into his lap. Digging through it to go through his nightly routines. Making sure there wasn't damage or rust collecting on the steel of his weapons and just generally busying himself while he speaks.*
Rick
The oni had gone quiet and unmoving, aside from quiet breathing. Even the bump had ceased moving. For quite some time she didn't do anything until, finally, she rolled over onto her other side. She didn't say anything, and one could assume she'd rolled over in her sleep, but the pale eyes were open again, staring at nothing for a long moment before focusing on the fire. 

She closed her eyes again, pushing herself up to a sitting position and pulling her knees tight to her chest to rest her chin.
Clayton
*The man laid his head back onto his horse, staring up at the winter night sky. His breath formed a cloud in front of him, and he lazily looked over at the Canifor, smiling slightly.* 

"I don't have claws, however..." 

*He lifted his good hand in front of himself, and a silvered Rapier began to form in it. Altogether, it took about 12 seconds for it to completely solidify.* 

"I have this." 

*Ishikawa quickly de-summoned it once he had showed it off, not wanting to risk the chance of alarming whatever was afflicting Psyche. Ishikawa would take a book out of his pack, gently opening it. It was leather bound, and had no title, as far as one could tell. He stared at Psyche over the pages of his book, watching her to see what she would do next.*
Mona
*Mox whistles at the delicate looking blade that forms.* "Never saw the appeal, but I've seen their work in the hands of a professional once so. Have to respect the craft at least." *His ears perk up as Psyche stirs, switching the grip of the knife in his hand to an icepick grip to defend himself if the thing got hostile. When she turns over and goes quiet again he relaxes.*

*Looking from Ishikawa, to the book, then to the Oni again he just shrugs and sits back down. Justttt had to get through this night and things could go back to normal. Hopefully.*
Rick
She heard the whistle, opening her eyes briefly, then closing them again and rubbing them. Pushing herself into a standing position, she looked at the two. "Should you rest?" Voice quiet, and a bit raspy with having slept. Or dehydration.

"Tired eyes don't see very much."
Clayton
*Ishikawa grinned, turning slightly to face Mox. He didn't say much more, but it was clear that he was confident in his swordsmanship. Turning back to the fire, Ishikawa eyes the Oni, the flickering flames in front of them reflecting in his eyes, but not in a threatening way. Not yet.* 

"Sleeping eyes see nothing at all." 

*Ishikawa turned back to his book, before ruffling around in his things, throwing her a water skin.* 

"Here, drink."
Mona
*Mox just taps the side of his muzzle with the flat of his knife.* "Eyes aren't the only way to keep watch. Ears work as well friend." *He followed the flight of the water skin as it was tossed through the air.* "You look like you need it more then we by far." 

*Warmed up by the fire with his gear cleaned Mox grabs his cloak and stands up. Moving over to a tree just short of the fire light with his Halberd in hand.* "So what's in the book anyway? Odd looking cover on that thing." *He calls over to Ishikawa as he gets comfortable. Wrapping the cloak around himself with the blade resting within arms reach.*
Rick
She caught the waterskin haphazardly, setting it on her lap to examine before she bothers opening it to drink. She frowns, lowering it from her mouth and forcing the water down before handing it back. Like it just doesn't agree well with her stomach. 

"Just haven't slept for a few days. I didn't think I would get this tired," She said, looking towards the book, curiosity starting to form on her features. As she had before, she begins to chew on her finger; a nervous habit.
Clayton
*Ishikawas ears flicked at Mox spoke, seemingly confirming his assertion. Ishikawa watched Psyche for a moment to make sure she didn't do anything strange to his waterskin, and then continued reading, raising an eyebrow at Mox from the corner of his eye.* 

"It's simply a novel, nothing more." 

*Ishikawa flipped a page, his face now blocked by the book from Psyches point of view.* 

"I prefer not to sleep. I'm fine without it." 

*Given how he looked, that was a lie. Perhaps he had convinced himself it was the truth, though.*
Mona
*Mox was trying to get comfortable leaning against the tree he decided to sit under. It took him a bit before realizing he still had his bow slung upon his back. Unbuckling the leather container for the weapon to lay it across his lap. Finally leaning back against the tree truck as he shrugs his shoulders.* "Not an expert on books." 

*He simply answers, smelling the lie about not needing sleep but making no attempt to call him out on it as he closes his own eyes. Focusing on his hearing and sense of smell then his sight.* "I would say you've earned the rest my friend. Let us two keep watch. If you're worried about either of us stabbing you in the back while you rest I am a mercenary who keeps his word. If I break that I'll be falling on my own sword."