She did not hear Victor’s parting words as Zataire seemed to forcing her attention. Still no sleep for her tonight it seems. Seeing the bruises and cuts on the boy, she felt some sympathy for him...but only a little. After what he wrought on her tavern, her patience was already thin with him.<br/><br/>She reached down and helped him to his feet, walking him to a nearby empty room. “Here. Rest in here. I’ll go fetch a blanket for you.” Very gently, she helped him to lie down on the bed before leaving the room to get him some bandages and the blanket. Returning, she patched him up as best and as quickly as she could, then draped the woolen fabric over him. “Sleep. I’ll have breakfast made in the morning.” And with that she left the room.<br/><br/>She didn’t want to ask what had happened to him this time. After what she just experienced, she was done. Thoroughly and completely done, and just wanted the night to end already. With another exhausted sigh, she collapsed onto her bed, and fell into the deepest slumber she had ever experienced. Nothing could wake her, not even Mother Nature herself.