<span style="font-style: italic">"There! All done."</span><br/><br/>Skippy waved his tail. The stitches pulled a little, making him wince, but it was far better than the possibility of infection. He smiled at Rayne. "Thank you! It's almost as good as new."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">She stired the soup before going outside and clearing her throat looking at everyone else. "Welcome, welcome! Come inside, there's food, beds and running water. I'm sure we could all use some sleep so come on in whenever your all ready." She smiled and headed back into the cabin, leaving the door open for everyone.</span><br/><br/>Skippy watched the open door for the others to enter, but before they did, a thought struck him. Something Rayne had said earlier came to mind. "So, you want to hide from your mother, right? And you come here. Why would you want to hide from your own parents?"<br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #40FF00">"<span style="font-style: italic">I can help you, milady. After all, we paladins are well-trained in the art of healing. May I have your name?"</span><br/><br/>Lysonna smiled at the other Elf, but only slightly. "I am called, Lysonna," she replied, not about to give him her last name, as she knew he would recognize it. Then, she turned as she was approached by a human.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Can you do anything for this?" he said, holding out his arm, face up, to show his cut, still oozing black blood. Then he uncurled his fist, revealing his blackened palm. "And perhaps for this..." he hesitated, "burn?"</span><br/><br/>She noticed the black blood, and realized her mistake. He definitely wasn't as human as he appeared, but she said nothing to point it out. Lysonna nodded. "Very well then, you did quite a bit to help us out back there," she commented, as she held both of her hands, palm down, over his cut and burned hand. Lysonna had never been healed herself, but she had heard it being described as a warm tingling sensation as the skin, muscle, or bone rejuvinated, and once the healing was done, the once wound would turn icy cold, as if missing the heat that the healing had brought on.<br/><br/>As Lysonna healed the man, no light shined from her hands, despite common belief. No, instead, the cut simply stopped bleeding and the skin grew over it. The burn began to peal, leaving fresh skin that was pink, but slowly began to match his normal skin tone. Once that was finished, the Elf dropped her hands to her sides. "There, all finished."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Welcome, welcome! Come inside, there's food, beds and running water. I'm sure we could all use some sleep so come on in whenever your all ready." She smiled and headed back into the cabin, leaving the door open for everyone.</span><br/><br/>"Anyone else need healing before we all go inside?" Lysonna asked.<br/></span><br/><br/>~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF"><span style="font-style: italic">"Welcome, welcome! Come inside, there's food, beds and running water. I'm sure we could all use some sleep so come on in whenever your all ready." She smiled and headed back into the cabin, leaving the door open for everyone.</span><br/><br/>The innkeeper was close enough to hear someone speak, and he suspected that no one would willingly want to stay in Goblin Forest. That in mind, he hoped that it was the group that had helped save him from the Demons that had swarmed his inn.<br/><br/>When he finally reached the clearing with cabin, he was huffing, his face was read from over-exertion, and he placed his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. He heard the Elf woman speak, but he ignored her. During his race through the trees he had accumulated many small scratches, but he wasn't going to worry himself over such things when he had just escaped a threatening situation with his life.<br/><br/>When he regained his breath, he headed to the cabin where he intended to sit and rest. At the back of his mind, insecurities battered at him. The old innkeeper wondered what he was about to do now that his inn was destroyed. Where would he live? How would he support himself? That and so many others, but at the forefront of his mind, he wondered how the two young women were, whom he had treated as his daughters. They weren't in the clearing yet, so he hoped that they would also be in the cabin.</span><br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Ophelia realized that she had been talking to herself, because her husband had left to talk to his riders that he had mentioned. Not that it mattered now. No matter how hard she tried, she could not scry for the item or her daughter. She chewed her lower lip, knowing her husband was going to be very angry when he found out.<br/><br/>On the other hand, she began to think as a small smile turned the corners of her lips, he might want to use her to get his mind off of things. The thought alone made her pupils dilate and she moved to the bed where she would wait for her lover to take her.</span>