Tiara
"Some will target people like us for no reason. They make us what we are."

*Yakaiyo's voice is soothing as she begins to stroke the elf's hair.*

"Surely you have the funds to heal it, right?"
Harold
*Horace simply groans in response, wanting to bury his face once more. His head gently leaning into her hand, acceptant of the pats.*
"Yea... But there ain't many doktors here... Was waiting to find you to go back to Salvainia... "
*He slurred gently.*
Tiara
"We'll head there soon enough then. For now though, just lay back and rest. You've done enough."

*Yakaiyo's own eyes began to close, though she pulled the elf closer to her to better support him, making sure he was laying on his non-injured side.*

"It's getting late, you know?"
Harold
"Yeah.." 
*The elf snuggles up against the Trenton, getting comfy as best be could while injured.*
"You're warm, aka..."

*A comment without much meaning, just simple observation.*
Tiara
"Warm? That just means you're cold."

*The treton was indeed warm though, smiling as she feels Horace snuggle against her like a cat. Yakaiyo then gently pulled the blankets over the two.*

"How long do you want to stay here for?"

*The vampire then moved from Horace's head to his shoulder, rubbing it.*
Harold
"Maybe..."
*The elf questions, inching ever closer. If he was cold, it was only reasonable to move closer to the warmth.*

"Well... Not too long... But..."
*He look up to Aka, pausing.*
"Don't you have things to finish here? Before we can go home..."