Pya looked sheepish.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf8000">Forgive me my queen, I spoke out of turn. I need to learn how to curb my tongue. I was just thinking about all our wounded and I acted rash.</span>She knelt before her sister, and looked down,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf8000">You will always be the one who will make the orders, I am but you humble sister and the healer. I do not know what to say in times such as these.</span>She got up and moved to just behind her sister.<br/>After her sister gave the orders, she followed Syiera out of the room and up to her own chambers. Once there she grabbed a small pouch that contained a few items that she may need to heal the wounded. Patches of cloth and herbs. Looking around at the room that her sister had given her when she first came here, she bid it farewell. Rushing back out of the room; her cloak billowing out behind her she met back up with Syiera.