The storm on the horizon did not go unnoticed.  However, it was chalked up to natural cloud formation rather than anything involving the former gods.  Sophia dabbed lightly at the pultis she'd applied to the unconcious man's wounds and covered them with the cheesecloths she'd untied from the upper arms and re-bound oround the wounds.  Afterward, she sat in a chair and gazed at Athren.<br/>"Shall I treat your wounds as well?"  She asked rather bitterly.