Dante walked slowly with Flora noticing the true worry in her heart, and her concern for his well being. He had to appease her. So he went with silently with no rebel at all. Her touch was softy and in some way nice. Forgetting the pain he walked along until he heard Flora whisper to him. His eyes peeked over at her for a bit, as his brain processed her words. "Like one of us camper or a Satyr, Mr. D?" He added the god comical purposes, though it seemed Flora was being serious.<br/><br/>He pointed slowly at the infirmary, and slowly slipping his arm from Flora's grasp. Dante swung upwards and back, planting it softly around Flora's shoulder to possibly ease her worry, about him and whoever was hurt. "Well if you think someone is hurt, then we should try and find that person. Maybe you could help them or something. Look forget about me for right now. I'll live." As they approached the infirmary he opened the small curtain "Well I suppose we are going to take a wild guess huh?" The infirmary had been full from last night, and new arrivals.<br/><br/>Having not known a Satyr had died, or a Naiad really didn't help Dante at all, and his guess was just as good Flora's at the moment, but she might be able to learn more with her powers.