There was something more to the words Storka spoke, though Maleki may not have put it together yet. Aleksandra had come to these lands looking for his father.  Storka had put her on that path and she had believed that was who she sought at the Mocking Bee so many nights ago.<br/><br/>Storka knew, but she had not told Aleksandra anything about what she knew. In fact, she had purposefully kept much of what she knew from the young woman who was now swept up in Barnstorm's arms.<br/><br/>Aleksandra hugged the older man back and she blinked back tears as she did so. Not because of what she had been through, but she realized that she also missed the feel of her father hugging her, and this was close to that feeling, even if it was unintentional.  She smiled up at him as he pulled back to look at her.<br/><br/>"I am fine, no harm.  Tommen and Maleki arrived before those men could even attempt anything."  She reached up and squeezed one of his hands on her shoulders.  "Sadly, they did not escape unscathed." She gestured to Tommen and then to Maleki.  "In fact, you can help me, come here."  She led the older man over to Tommen and pressed his palm against the boy's shoulder.  "Keep pressure here for several more minutes.  Once the bleeding has stopped I can clean the wound and stitch it.  We might need another bottle to help with the pain."  Aleksandra actually winked at Tommen.  He would need the bottle, but she doubted he would complain about more free booze.<br/><br/>With that she turned to Maleki and pulled a small bottle from her bag, wetting a cloth with the liquid with it.  It was a disinfectant of her own making.  Aleksandra knelt in front of him and reached for one of his arms, whispering a small spell under her breath to dull the pain both he and Tommen were experiencing. For Tommen it would settle some of the ache and for Maleki it would prevent some of the sting.  She began to clean the wounds on his arms, gently, as Storka looked on.<br/><br/>"I'm grateful.  You didn't have to come for me.  Thank you for that." Aleksandra said softly.<br/><br/>"Oh, my dear, he was the first to rally," Storka interjected, a strange smile on her face.  "She's talented, you know.  A better healer than I was at her age."  Storka said, her attentions now back on Maleki.  "I was never very good at healing old wounds that were left to fester, but little Lexie here, she has a way with things."