As they talked Janelle wiped a cold damp cloth over Arcaeus' body to lessen the remaining remnants of his fever. She listened to him explain the extent of his pain and wished she could take it away. She told him little of how she healed him, though she felt proud of herself for quickening his healing process.<br/>She left to run the cloth under more cold water and got lost in thought,<span style="font-style: italic">I'm surprised the attack wasn't some type of demons coming after him after what happened in hell. I've never even heard of The Brotherhood, but I can understand why they're out there. When demons run rampant.</span>Her thoughts strayed to a previous memory for a split second before she continued back down the hall and into the room. She saw Arcaeus fast asleep and she began rubbing his body with the cloth, his thighs up to his abs and chest on his neck and she left the cloth placed on his forehead. She sat on a chair near the bed, curling up to take a small nap, making sure to stay half awake to listen for intruders. She decided they would stay another day, enough for her to get a decent amount of sleep and for him to rest up more, though not too long for The Brotherhood to find them within the town; she hoped.<br/>She slept most of the 24 hours, occasionally getting up to wet the cloth and run it along Arcaeus' body and giving minimal strength to ease his wounds. She woke up midday, stretching her body and yawning. She walked over to the side of Arcaeus' bed slightly shook him awake. She walked away, letting his slowly wake up on his own, and she began packing their things, "Hey. I know you're still in pain, but I think it's about time we leave Moesbe." Arcaeus grunted in pain and swung his legs over the side of the bed, "I agree. We do need to leave." He got up and got dressed, grabbing one of the bags. Janelle snatched it out of his hand, "Oh no you don't! You are not carrying a single thing." Arcaeus protested, insisting that he carry at least the lighter bag, though she ultimately won the battle.<br/>They walked slowly down the stair well, Arcaeus reluctantly held onto Janelle, making it obvious he didn't like to feel weak. As they made it out to the downstairs area of the tavern she left the keys with the barkeep and set Arcaeus down in a chair instructing him to stay here until she returned. She walked to the nearest carpenter; an older man with gray beginning to erupt on his face and head. He wore glasses and had a plump belly. She asked him for a cane, one for a much taller then the norm person. He found one swiftly and she paid him, waving at him as she left. She made it back to the tavern and walked over the Arcaeus, holding her hand out to him to assist in him getting up. He shoved it away, showing he could to do it on his own, and grabbed the cane from her hands, thanking her. They began the small journey to the outskirts of Moesbe, Janelle walking and Arcaeus hobbling, his hood up, his blue eyes piercing against his all black attire.<br/>They walked northwest, in an attempt to avoid as many other travelers as possible who were just going east or west. They didn't speak much as they walked, though she thought much. Thinking about how protective she had become over him in the past few days. She cared for him in an odd way; she still felt guarded, though she was beginning to feel like he was one of her own kind.<br/>It was a slower pace to the river, though he explained they only added an extra forty minutes to the trip. As they arrived he stopped, taking a seat on the grass, "Can we rest, I'm pretty worn out." She set the bags down close to him, "Why would I say no?" She took a seat next to him and then laid down on her back, looking up at the blue sky. She closed her eyes, letting herself take a quick rest to recharge; she was up on her feet in ten minutes, looking to see that Arcaeus still had his eyes open, looking as if he had been pondering. She pulled off her coat and put down her weapons and walked to the edge of the river letting her feet sink into the sand. She stretched out her wings took a thrust in the air and did a flip into the middle of the water. The water was cool against her skin, and she made a point to swim around for a small while before she came up for air. Arcaeus had continued to sit in his same spot on the grass and he raised an eyebrow at her. "It feels wonderful!" She said, "Let me know when you're ready to go, I can get back in any other time."