Rock Hammer watched. The voices were starting to come back, chatting, the usual.<br/><br/>"Come come, Bonny Lyn. Tell me tell me, where have you been? The conclave of wood and steel, joined by the dwindling minds of festive eves. Hark, he approaches, arms open yet hand hidden, dare you enter his realm, to peer at his secrets and wares?"<br/><br/>Rock Hammer paid little mind to the voices and watched Liliana work on the wounded man. He was no stranger to see such wounds, and if anything Rock Hammer expected the man to live. He had seen other humans suffer greater injuries without medication, though admittedly they were also bigger than this human. Not as big as Rock Hammer, but sizable. He sat in quiet, not even carving up the bear to ensure that Liliana could focus on her work. Soon she was done, and the man was treated for his wounds. Time would tell if he would live to be thankful.<br/><br/>It was now Rock Hammer's turn to be treated for his injury. Liliana took off her coat. She shivered when she did so, indicating that she was cold. Rock Hammer wondered why she would need to do that. She had collected a string of cloth from her arm, but could she not do that in the warmth and safety of her coat? At least Rock Hammer knew he could not. Hardly ever wore coats, and even if there was one in his size, he doubt he would have the flexibility to so much as take off that coat. Perhaps the woman was the same?<br/><br/>Regardless of the weather she had donned her coat once more and picked up the bot of hot water. Rock Hammer wondered if she was going to make soup from it, but now he could see that she had intended to clean his wound first. Rock Hammer did not think to do that; most of the liquids he came across were tainted in some way. He would drink from them, perhaps, but now use it to wash himself, and least of all his injuries. He did not feel the small splashes of water as they hit him. Rock Hammer did not even feel damp, at least no more damp than his butt was for sitting int the cold snow. Than, using the same medication she had used on the other human, Liliana began to smear the contents onto Rock Hammer's wound. It tickled, however his reaction did not come from that, but from the smell of the medicine.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Blech."</span>It was bitter, cold, strong, and a bit unpleasant. He blocked the scent out, but not before the voices had something to chime in.<br/><br/>"The best medicine is the one you never have to take! Cold pills are best taken in warm water. Ah, if only I had some hot milk and some of those Belgian gimofs to put in it. Bright, like the fish that kill you if you eat them. Can't hate you for hiding if you burn so brilliantly. She's still behind the curtains in the reading room, watching the blood pool on the floor." A gasp in Rock Hammer's inner thoughts. "It's made of people."<br/><br/>Rock Hammer continued to sit quietly. He turned his head in the direction of the Red Woods. He wondered where the other humans had gone. Than a new one arrived. A strange character. He wanted to know if there was a "Goldilocks" here. Rock Hammer did not know who Goldilocks was. But he did vocalize his other thoughts about this new person.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Another who is too tiny to eat. Too much bone, not enough flesh. His skin would serve no purpose. His bones are brittle, not good for crafts. Grind them, turn them into flavor. Make him into soup. Or hat. A bag would be nice. But his skin... It's so thin. Like paper."</span>Rock Hammer also did as Liliana told him, holding one end of the strip of cloth as she did whatever it was she was to do with it. Rock Hammer also figured this would be a good time to let her know of the guest, if she didn't already know.<span style="font-weight: bold">"That one over there. The strange one. He wants to know if Goldilocks is here. Who is Goldilocks?"</span>Rock Hammer tried to break down the name into parts to make sense of it. Of course, he also spoke outloud as he thought about it.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Gold-di-locks. Gold, like yellow stone. Locks, to seal or contain. So a gold lock? Brittle, heavy, soft. No good... So why does he want it? Who is it? And how is it that this forest brings so many people together? This is a strange place... For the moment. I do not think we have gold locks here however. Perhaps I should tell him. Or let Lilishka Liliana speak. She seems busy though. I will be quiet than. Until she is finished. Than maybe I will speak, if he is still here."</span>Rock Hammer mumbled to himself. It was low, and he didn't move his mouth the entire time he spoke of it. His lips were sealed like a lock made of gold. That is to say, not very well.<br/><br/>"Now you're just confusing yourself." Chimed a voice.