Upper body rising rapidly, sword drawn in an automatic reflex, Morr awoke to the screams of... who was it? No matter, looking to the side, Morr saw Mary, scared out of her wits obviousely curled up into a ball of tears and cries-<br/><br/>He felt nothing. Not even the tugging of a memory. But at least Zato was able to care for her.<br/>He had no time for useless brooding nor wallowing in self-loathing now.<br/><br/>Resolving that the source of the screams first had to be determined, Morr, too easily, tore his gaze from her to the open door leading to the next room. Standing up, cautiousely walking inside, he saw a man, his clothes betraying his profession as that of one of the monks, face contorted in what Morr understood quite well: Pain.<br/><br/>Morr yelled over the incessant screams of the monk. He could not help this man, but-<br/>Morr's eyes fell on one of the poultices on the cupboard next to the man's bed, one of them he recognized as the mind-numbing medication known as 'Cherub's Tears', bad-tasting but effective enough that he had himself come to use it quite often. Grabbing the poultice, tearing off the lid, he almost jammed the opening into the screaming man's open mouth, trying to limit the flow of the liquid.