"What would men need of a woman such as I?"<br/><br/>Millicent's brow furrowed, she standing before Isolde, and she leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss upon the woman's forehead, smiling, her tone exhausted yet soft. "Isolde, men need something only women can offer, aye? A touch, gesture, warmth, and of course...the balance of nature. You are a beautiful woman with a gift few can offer any gent; you, my dear, can fix them." Mill winks at Isolde and giggles, then turns, leading them to to entrance.<br/><br/>An unnerving feeling overcomes her being, something, far in the distance, is wrong. No one should be out of doors this night, and she is pressed to find both Jimmy and this warrior that has bravely went to find the thief. Millicent opens the door, and she and Isolde quickly find Jarvan, standing over the woman that has caused the Apothecary such disarray.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Jimmy comes tumbling from the tavern in a full blown run towards Isolde and their group, and Millicent raises a hand towards him, a silent gesture to walk rather than run. Millicent now looks down at the thief, obviously well wounded and in her own dismantled mental state, and then Jarvan.<br/><br/>Again the feeling that something is wrong outside hits her with a sharp shiver down her spine and she speaks in urgency, towards Jarvan. "We need inside, and now." Millicent kneels before the woman, who is thrashing about and mumbling incoherently, offering a gentle touch to the womanly thief's shoulder, offering a peaceful trance to which the woman succumbs, however brief it may be. Standing now, she nods to Jarvan, "she will not fight you for a brief time, let's get back to the Apothecary, she needs tended to yet, and no one is safe in the dark."<br/><br/>Millicent turns, Isolde helping Jarvan to scoop the woman up and to assess her wound again, while Millicent takes Jimmy's hand and gives it a squeeze, then a quick kiss to his right cheek, and a whisper in his ear, "come with us, my brave one, you can protect me from the night, aye?"<br/><br/>The group, consisting of Jimmy, Isolde, Jarvan carrying the wounded woman, and Millicent quickly make way into the Apothecary, Isolde sealing up the door behind them.<br/><br/>As the hours pass and dawn approaches, Millicent prays the light comes soon, watching over the on-goings as she retreats to the fireplace, sitting before it with Jimmy. She drifts off, her head falling upon the boy's shoulder, a dreamless nap; one that is much needed.