Isa kept bracing herself, as the old man's punches kept bruising her soft skin. This wasn't him demanding her attention, this was him beating her into submission. And it hurt. As someone who had never felt the end of someone's attack before, this was very painful. Even though he didn't have the greatest hit.<br/><br/>Then, she felt the weight lifted off of her. Her eyes opened slowly, seeing the old man thrashing in the inn keep's arms. She gingerly took his hand, letting out a groan. She winced, putting a hand on her head. "I.... I think so..." Her eyes turned and widened. "Sher! Are you ok??" she gasped, hurrying over to him, though the world seemed to turn around her, and she stumbled, nearly collapsing when she knelt down beside him. She winced, holding her head with both hands. A little line of blood trickled down from her mouth.