<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Calligraph421 BT;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Flora Blake</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Trying to help Dante, yet feels something isn't right.</span> </span></div><hr/><br/>Continuing to walk, Flora ignored Dante for the most part. Allowing her shoulders to droop a little she looked over at him "you really shouldn't..." Turning around as she heard him curse more loudly, Flora was ready to scold Dante for yelling such a word. Seeing him on the ground, clutching his shoulder she instantly hurried over to Dante's side.<br/><br/>"Abigale said for you to get your shoulder healed this morning, didn't you do that?" Not helping him stand, thinking it would only irritate him she looked up at him still kneeling on the ground. "come on. Maybe we can find the doctor, nurse or whatever they call it here."<br/><br/>Standing up Flora started looking around as she tried to figure out where to go exactly. All of the campers moving extremely fast paced and not stopping as she tried to ask them something. "Can you walk alright? Maybe you should wait here while I look a nurse so you don't agitate the wound even more." Flora's tone was reminiscent of a worried mother dealing with a child.<br/><br/>About to say more she paused in her sentence as she watched two satyrs carry something to one of the cabins. Trying to shrug off the image, she felt as if something very wrong had happen. Shaking her head Flora looked back at Dante with a small smile "come on if you think you can walk lets try and find the medical cabin."<br/><br/>All of a sudden she didn't want to be alone, hearing the leaves rustling in the breeze Flora still couldn't help but feel something wasn't right.