Janelle was mildly asleep as the time to wake up neared. She vaguely heard Arcaeus' breathing begin to quicken as he woke up, not breathing deeply like someone sleeping does when they are sleeping. She pushed herself farther into him, ready to enjoy the rest of her sleep. In her slumber she felt his heart quicken and felt him leave the bed, though she brought no thought to it. She was awoken suddenly and she sleepily looked at his face and said, "Huh.. oh. Well good morning handsome." Events after became a blur. Arcaeus pushed their bags into her arms, giving little explanation. She was surprised by his reactions, reluctant to leave, wanting to stay at his side. He pushed her out the window and with a quick last look at the cabin, she tucked her wings in and began her journey back to Moesbe.<br/>She heard the noise of a fight begin to break out as she went and she slowed to look back for a small moment. As she ran she pulled the messenger bag over her shoulder and it bounced on her leg. She jumped over tree roots and bushes and she noticed there were no animals in sight as she ran. She stopped abruptly as she saw a man holding a sword with a sick smile upon his face as he said, "Hello little girl." She felt slightly frightened at the thought of the little knowledge she had of these people, but she also knew she could break the man in half. He ran towards her, sword hung high and as he approached her he threw it down, hard, in an attempt to kill her. She moved away and behind him, only to have him turn around to strike again. She quickly uncoiled her tail from her leg and wrapped it around his leg and pulled him to the ground, letting him smack hard against the hard earth. She stepped on him, holding him down with her foot, "I'm not a little girl" and she took his sword from his hand and killed him.<br/>She continued running, making it to the edge of the forest within a two hour time frame. She stopped to take a breath walking forward to take a look at the forest. She saw the beginnings of a plume of smoke break its way at the tops of the trees and it hurt her heart; a feeling of sorrow for Arcaeus. She sighed and pulled out a coat to put on to mask her wings and began the journey to Moesbe, running at a slower pace, listening for signs of the intruders in the case she had to go faster.<br/>Another two hours past before she approached the gates of Moesbe, she slowed her step as well as her breathing, trying to keep herself seem normal to the guards as they nodded and watched her pass. She walked hastily through the town, not wanting to create a scene, though desperately wanting to hidden. She made it to the tavern, opening the door to the sound of drunken men, greeting her as she walked in the door. She approached the barkeep who smiled at her and said, "Oh. Back so soon? And alone I see." She returned his smile with one of her own and purchased a few nights for a stay in a new room.<span style="font-style: italic">Good. The old room may have been too risky</span>she thought. She ran up the stairs into the room and shut and locked the door. She listened intently for noises downstairs, any signs that Arcaeus had made it to the tavern safely. It was until about midnight she heard the sound of someone his weight stumble into the downstairs area of the building. She rapidly went down the stairs, seeing him collapsed in his own blood. He looked mangled and beaten; looking like he was barely hanging on after the fight and walk here. She hoisted him carefully up and onto her back, bringing him into the room and onto the bed. She took a moment to leave and go to the infirmary nearby, paying a woman to give her supplies. Things to soak up blood, a type of handmade medication to fight off infection and pain.<br/>She had small abilities to heal, nothing that was too refined, though she used them to put an extra effort in the process of healing his wounds. She smeared the gooey medication on his body, where the larger wounds lay, focusing most of her energy on his severed left arm. She slept little over the next day and half as he healed, using her strength to heal him and listening for more enemies who may have follow to attack.<span style="font-style: italic">As slow as he walked, I'm surprised no one went after him.</span>He woke up in a fitful daze twice, though she was sure it was nothing he would recall. She was looking out the window when she heard him stir and she rushed to his bed, putting her hand on his forehead and then down to his cheek. She smiled lightly at him, happy for him being awake but sad for his pain, "Hi sleepy head. How are you feeling?"