The girl didn't make a sound, brow pinched as he cut her shirt loose, and then removed the arrow and bandaged the wound. She sat there silently, back to him, refusing to prostrate herself to the mongrel. When he finished, she sat there silently for a few minutes longer, calming herself.<br/><br/>Morigan ignored him, standing unsteadily and making her war across to where her horse stood, wheezing. "Why can't you just die..?" she muttered to herself, anger tight in ever line of her body. She made her way silently to the horse, booted feet not making a sound, amazingly quiet... for a human.<br/><br/>Digging through her now rather tattered looking bags, she found a robe, and removed her shirt. Pulling it on, she grunted slightly. Her shoulder made it impossible for her to reach back and tie it. But instead of asking for help, she merely hugged it to her generous bosom, and scowled at her saddlebags. Teska had filled one with food; the woman was determined to make the already plump princess fat.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>