Charles
Lady Anna Barrmount
Grunewald Castle

"Funny, I've heard many people today call me brave, but I feel quite the contrary" Her voice was heavy with tiredness.

Her gaze stayed low and distant, her mind quite blank at the moment, much to her relief. If one more worrying thought passed her mind, poor Anna would have passed out right there.

She slightly shook her head as she came back, the voice of Adelhayd bringing her mind back from the sudden slumber.

"I am no leader, that's Sibyl" She responded as she took the bread in her hand. She didn't really care about the taste, or about food at all, her stomach barely could keep at bay what it already had inside.

Anna nodded and took a small bite off the *Hideous* Bread.
Heather
Marsila Vema 
Outside Of Vallen 

"Thankyou Emelia. I owe you." She replied to the healer with a small smile. 

When Arin awoke, Marsila felt relief flood through her as she had expected him to remain passed out for much longer which would have delayed their journey further. Her head shook to the side when he spoke, claiming he was fine when in reality, he had been passed out for just over an hour now. "You're not fine. If you were fine, you wouldn't have passed out. If you don't have your hands checked and stitched, I will not let you continue with me to find that Owl Griffin. I am not going to be babying you if your wounds become infected." 

Marsila unhooked her arms from under his but kept her grip on his left upper arm, unsure if he was stable enough to stand without support. She began helping Arin towards the caravan, helping him inside before resting him down against a chair so Emelia could work on his hands. When Arin was seated, Marsila found a place for herself to sit so she could rest her legs before turning her attention back towards Arin. "Why couldn't you just leave those men alone? We could have easily escaped them."
Dianne
Emelia Cloverbloom
Outside of Vallen

Emelia turned her attention back to Marsila, "It's fine, really", quite frankly she could use the social interaction. She raised an eyebrow at Arin then rolled her eyes. She took the reins of the horses to lead them to a tree next to the caravan where she had set her horses up. Emelia paused, she knew she should have gotten out the needle and surgical thread just in case. "She's right you know. You'll just be holding the group back by not letting me deal with your injuries", she said calmly gathering the rope next to the tree and tying the end of the horses reins to it, "Also infection isn't pretty it can lead to gangrene, which means the limb would have to be amputated". She shuddered, she hated dealing with gangrene because the infected area smelled like a corpse rotting in the sun. She gave the horses a pat and then followed them inside. 

The goat hearing the stomping of footsteps lifted he's head then quickly decided that this wasn't worth his time and went back to sleep. Emelia kneeled in front of Arin and checked his hands then tsked, yeah he's gonna need stitches. "Well you make the one-hundredth idiot I've met that thought going into it a fight bare handed was a good idea", she grabbed the needle and thread then set them on the chest. She then got the wet rag, poured some alcohol onto it, and grabbed Arin's right hand in a fierce grip. "This is going to sting", was the only warning she gave before pouring some alcohol directly onto the cut, Emelia then put the bottle down and started gently cleaning the wound with the rag.
Sarah
Arin Cragton
Taemar 

Arin frowned. "Fuck that. I'm fine." He said, before cursing again. He stared blankly for a moment at his hands as he remembered the fight, realizing she was right. But he would never admit that. 

"Alright. For fuck's sake get it over with." He said before Emelia grabbed his arm. He realized what she was doing a moment too late as the alcohol poured onto his hand and into the jagged cut that ran down his hand and let curses fly that had not been strung together before like he said them. His entire arm seized up as shock ran through his system, but it subsided quickly. He looked at the bottle for a moment, longing to take a sip, but looked back at Emelia. 

"I wasn't bare-handed. What idiot would walk into a fight without a weapon. My weapon was used against me, but not before it tasted the blood of another." He said, the muscles in his jaw tightening as his anger built up a little. He could have won that fight. 

He looked at Marsila as she spoke. "I fought because that's the only way you get people to back the fuck off. Had I left that spot and not stood my ground, they would have followed us and created trouble later. The best situation is the one you avoid by solving it before it happens." Arin said, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the pain.
Heather
Marsila Vema 
Taemar

She brows raised towards Arin's reaction as the alcohol was poured onto his hands. This man had quite the tongue on him when it came to cussing but the string of vulgar words surprised the shifter, causing her to wonder if he had the capability to speak without swearing. "You're quite hot headed, aren't you?"

Leaning forward, Marsila rested her elbows against her knees and shook her head towards Arin's explanation. She didn't agree with him at all. If the men had followed them and created trouble for them later, they would have been able to deal with them away from the city and away from prying eyes. She bit her tongue to avoid commenting her thoughts however, not wanting to create an argument which would have caused her a headache. 

"Whatever." She muttered and shifted her glance towards Emelia. "How long do you think his hands will take to heal? It's important that he is able to use both his hands for the task we need to complete."
Edith
**Admiral Retto Elbaroda**
**The Council Room**

He nodded to the other bard. "Aye, I suppose so. I can play a lively tune or two." He glanced around the council room. His king had apparently slipped out without informing him. Retto frouned, then shrugged. Ah well, his guards had went with him. He was more than capable of taking care of himself. Retto turned back to face Kallophon. "When d' ye think this weddin' will start?"