Kate stroked his hair to calm him. She dipped her hand into the jar ans covered gashes and deep bruises on his back. She winced as he whinnied, holding back pain, and maintaining strength for the barrier. "I am done with you back, the rest you can get. hear the footsteps of my father. I was never here." Kate kissed his cheek then covered his bare back with a silk cloth. "Sleep well my Champion." Kate slipped a wadded, pink, embordered, square, laced, 2 x 2 piece of cloth, in his right hand under the pillow. "I will see you again."<br/><br/>Kate left him the jar on the stool. She vanished to assist junior mages making bandages. Lord Lyons heavy, deliberate, footsteps, strode on the tarped floor.  He stopped a few feet from Alistair to inspect the wounded. He pulled back the blanked curtain and peered upon Alistair. "You hurt bad lad? I caught glimpse of that stinking Orc you hacked to pieces. You fought hard for your first battle. Damn shame Artemus refuses to acknowledge you his son. I an proud of you lad. Damn Proud. Lyons removes the cloth and looks around. Hmm I wounder...We leave at dawn, can you travel?"