With the news of somebody hurt, Abia sobered up pretty damn quickly. Without another word, as soon as she saw the man lying lifeless on the ground with Nathan, she immediately turned her heel and ran up the stairs to prepare another room and grab as many medicinal supplies as she could get her hands on.<br/><br/>Without much time having passed, she was already on her way back down into the main tavern area just as Nathan was struggling through the door with the large man. She rushed over to help in any way that she could, holding her hands out to reach for the hunter’s other side that Nathan wasn’t carrying, draping his limp arm over her shoulders to share the weight. “I have one of the rooms set up for him. Let’s get him into the bed. I’ve got everything upstairs to clean him up, if he’s been poisoned though,” she looked at the dart sticking out of his shoulder with worry, “we might need somebody with a bit more expertise for an antidote.”