A sigh of relief escaped Zorkas' lips as the woman opened her emerald orbs, albeit for a mere moment. She wasn't dead yet, but she wasn't conscious either. There was no way he could wait for her to wake up fully, here at the side of the road with the night approaching rapidly. Only one option remained for the bearded male - he had to take her home.<br/><br/>Carefully, he placed his arms under her and lifted her up. He had no trouble carrying her - she wasn't particularly heavy and his work on the farms had made him quite strong - and soon the found themselves in the deserted looking village. The only sounds came from the inn in the center of the town, where everyone seemed to have gathered for the night. Without being noticed he made his way to his house, a small wooden structure at the edge of the village. Once inside, he put her down on his bed before quickly getting a fire going. Both were drenched from the rain and cold, and the warmth of the flames would be good for both. With the fire slowly burning and the woman safe in his bed, there was nothing else Zorkas could do beside sitting down beside her and waiting.