Tivyrne sets her teeth at the monk's words, then laughs softly to herself as she turns to face towards the fort where Lairee is storming off.  "Blessings of the gods..." she whispers.  She shakes her head at the irony of it, offering the makeshift bandage to Tavia.  "It wasn't your fault," she says softly.  "When the blades came out--" she gestures, close enough in the moonlight to be seen, "--there was no going back.  I'm the fuck-up who couldn't get the first two to submit."<br/><br/>She smiles a little, and perhaps it is a bit odd how little Tivyrne seems to care about the reptilians' deaths.  She seems more concerned about giving over a pathetic excuse for a bandage, like she's utterly ashamed, that she's betrayed some unspoken trust between the two of them.  "I'm really sorry.  Since you're hurt, maybe you should go back to the camp.  Let the others know what happened, so they won't be surprised..?"  She swallows, presses her bare hand to her forehead.  "Oh, hell, I don't know.  I'm not exactly making the right decisions tonight."<br/><br/>Shaking her head, she looks once more at Tavia's face, shame burning in her eyes before she turns away.<i>I guess I am still just a thug...</i>