Liliana watched as the man with he rudimentary surgically-repaired leg opened his eyes and sat up, almost as if on cue. Her eyes appeared as vacant as that of a corpse but she kept them turned in his direction in an almost unfocused stare. She absorbed his bright green eyes with a hidden note of surprise, and the fact that he spoke as though more than aware of the entire situation. How long had he been awake? She was pretty sure he had been stone-cold unconscious for the actual bullet removal; no one could have gone through having her fingers buried in their muscle that silently with no anesthetic or pain relief. At that thought, she tilted her head almost to herself and thought of the seven-foot tall bundle of muscle and furs behind her. Well,<span style="font-style: italic">almost</span>no one. She watched him start an immediate barter with the stick-figure merchant and could not help but be impressed by his grasp on his mental faculties... it was almost as though he had never been knocked out and had instead been listening and planning and plotting for his entire recuperation. He hadn't missed a beat.<br/><br/>Poisoned meat? Had her face been expressive she would have quirked a brow. She had been up to her first knuckle in that "meat" not long ago. Suddenly her fingertips felt a little tingling, though she was sure it was only her imagination. It wasn't as if she had licked her hands clean after his bandaging, after all.<br/><br/>She had only half-heard most of Dex's appraisal of whatever trinket he held -she wasn't paying much attention to that- but when the almost-silent padding of a wolf approached she jerked her head. The creature was obviously not hostile, what with its open entrance and lack of any bared fang or tense muscle, and when the merchant engaged the beast the puzzle clicked together instantly. She had watched in mild curiosity (none of it showing on her face) as the bone-and-sinew man had a brief pow-wow with it, speaking in a hissed whisper.<br/><br/>When the injured man tried to say his farewells and make a hasty departure, Liliana was positive about how the scene would play out. She took un unhurried step toward him, but was too far away to catch him before he collapsed to his knees in a prefect expression of immense physical pain. From his prone position on his knees, his face turned toward her, tangled locks of dark brown obscuring her direct view of his keen eyes. His husky voice said one word, and the blonde woman wondered if she could detect faint traces of defeat in the tone. He rocked himself back into a sitting position and carefully arranged his injured limb, muttering to his little bloodstained wolfling. Manners would have dictated that she respond with her own name, but as he picked up the raw meat that the pup had brought him, she felt that he had already passed through the introductory moment and didn't care what she was called at all. She also felt that he was going to make himself sick if he actually bit into that raw meat, particularly in his state of... well, disrepair. Still, just because she had wrapped a hole in his body didn't mean she knew him and hardly gave her the right to question him about his own diet.<br/><br/>The woman with the olive skin and scarred eyebrow seemed to say what most of the camp must be thinking, her tones taking on a very lackadaisical air when coupled with her snort. It seemed obvious to Liliana that the woman was quick, both physically and mentally, and this only added to her imagery of a pirate captain. Dex pulled away from lecturing his quadrupedal companion and seemed thrilled about Lazarus' name; something about a Poet and a return to life, or whatever. He was probably rambling again. The Polish woman felt a bubble of mirth rise form behind her empty face as she considered the bunch of them, from the silent child to the giant wearing an inside-out bear. Ironic that she felt most comfortable with the one least likely to inspire confidence based on appearance; she didn't turn to face him, but she knew he still sat in the snow with one hand holding his meat in the middle of the shimmering heat provided by the embers.<br/><br/>Liliana turned smoothly back to Viktor, unable to beat back the flicker of curiosity for his appraisal of the situation. Her decision remained unchanged as of this moment, but should Lazarus find himself mobile she would be convinced otherwise.