<span style="color: #FF4000"><br/>There had been little for Little Fox to do, once everyone was on board with her suggestion, except ride, watch, and wait. It was impossible to miss the near-haunted look to Jay once they entered the small town, and she briefly wondered what secrets of his own, he might be hiding. A few attempts to follow his gaze left her little dizzy, and she'd long given up the endeavor by the time Terran helped her down from the pack horse.<br/><br/>She was grateful for the assistance, and sank into the chair beside the crackling fire in relief. It was far more comfortable than her ride atop the bulky packs had been. Jace leant over to inspect the damage to her ankle, gingerly pressing around the bone. Two presses, and she was done. Her foolhardiness had landed her with a foot that might not be up to the trek East from here, not that she was about to reveal that to a damn soul. Weakness was a thing best kept to oneself, lest she be taken advantage of in some way. People were untrustworthy like that, in her experience.<br/><br/>Terran made short work of securing rooms and such. He was efficient; comfortable in a leading role - polite, yet insistent, and she liked that about him. Her ankle throbbed painfully, and she snagged an ale from a barmaid as she approached with a loaded tray of mugs. Tipping back, she drained half of the mug, before stopping to take a breath. Surely, the alcohol would dull the pain that knotted its way all the way up her calf, and into her thigh.<br/><br/>As she glanced up, she noticed the barmaid smile coyly at Jay, and flounce a mass of blonde curls flirtatiously in his direction, as Terran sat close by. "Gods, some women know no shame!" She muttered, not caring if he was listening or not. And she finished off the last of her ale. "Woman! Bring more!" She demanded in a most unladylike fashion.<br/></span>