Tiara
"Thanks for dropping by. Really."

*Yakaiyo takes a good look at the arm, though doesn't move a single muscle of her own. It's as if she didn't have a care in the world anymore.*

"I suppose our lives have always been like this. Escaping by the skin of our teeth, getting hurt, but living to see another day."

*The treton graciously accepts the handkerchief, roughly wiping the corners of her eyes as if to scrub away the tears.*

"You know, you've always been one to avoid major injury. I've never seen you hurt this badly."

*However many times Yakaiyo dabs the cloth on her eyes though, the tears never stop forming. Eventually, she gave up, the cloth damp and twin rivers streaming down her grime-covered face.*
Harold
*The elf chuckles to himself, nodding faintly at the statement.*

"That's a good summary... You should be a writter."
*He'd half joke, watching as the fish attempted to wipe away her sadness.*

"Well... Let's just say I wasn't prepared for war. But things'll get better before they get any worse. I hope..."
*The elf glances up to the sky, wincing lightly as his arm seemed to ache. He shifts lightly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a handful of items. A box of matches, a box of cigarettes, and a small vile of something red like blood.*

"Time for medicine it seems..."
Tiara
"Oh, I could never be a writer. I was never good with stories."

*The treton watches Horace pull out various items before eventually pulling out what seemed like a health potion, tilting her head.*

"How bad is it? To use health potions as medicine is like using an army to take out a single person. ...Which I suppose is happening at the moment. You should be more careful, you know."

*Ironic. The mad woman suggesting that Horace be careful. The fish had sustained numerous amounts of injuries over her years in exile, many of them life threatening. Although, as a vampire, she had recovered quickly; Horace didn't have that luxury, or the curse that came with it.*
Harold
"I'm sure you could manage much better than most."
*An encouraging thought, that maybe Aka could find something else to spend her time on. Though, now that he thought about it, he didn't know much about the Trenton. Her hobbies, her dreams and aspirations... Though, after all she's been through, what could possibly remain.*

"Well, I have no function in my arm at all at the moment... There was a shortage of healing potions, so the doctor could only whip up something to deal with he pain. It won't fix it, just numb it for awhile. And that coming from you? Have the tables turned that badly?"

*He chuckled once more, taking the potion in hand. Fumbling with it for a moment before tearing the cork out with his teeth. Downing the strange drink after, coughing slightly as it went down.*
"Bleh-... Now for the better medicine."

*He smiled as he looked down at his lap, taking the box of cigarettes and fumbling one out. Taking it in his jaw before glancing down at the matches.*
"Right... Aka, give me a hand with the light won't ya?"
Tiara
"Ah... I wish I could help, but my knowledge has dwindled. I've completely forgotten everything about making potions. Be careful, large injuries take time to heal."

*The vampire leans back in disappointment as she hears the numbing, rather than healing potion. She had heard of people becoming addicted to them to null constant, chronic pain. The effects were not pretty.*

"Well... We did have a small search party come for Celaena and me. They're all gone, and I escaped to here. She went elsewhere."

*Yakaiyo reaches for the matchbox, opening it and quickly striking a match before lighting the cigarette with it. As the smoke reached her, the treton coughed, not used to the heavy smoke.*

"You know those are terrible for you, right?"
Harold
"She split huh... Sorry to hear about that."
*He speaks in a muffled tone, balancing the lit cigarette in this mouth. Taking a puff before removing the joint, smoke trailing from his mouth.*

"Yeah I know... But what have I got to lose. My life?"
*He chuckled, as if it hadn't any worth to him.*

"I'd of thought happier times were in store for you after leaving Silnari... I guess I should of known better."
*He sighs, taking another drag of his 'medicine'.*

"Aka... Why not come with me for once? I've got a place to sleep, a place to eat, a place to work... I can keep an eye on you, keep you safe and in... Somewhat okay company."