<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br/>Tavia sighs as she reached for the bandage, patching herself up as best she could. She wasn’t the best at this sort of thing. “She may not have said the words aloud, but it was clear in her eyes and across her face. She believes whole heartedly that I do not care. If these creatures are the reason for that child’s death then no, I do not care. Vengeance has been served and I’m glad I had a hand in it. If it turns out that they were protectors of the village, not prison guards, then I’ll make my peace with myself and the gods later.” She says, still not bothering to keep her voice low, though at least she had stopped shouting. She turns the other woman’s face to her own, looking deep into Tivyrne’s eyes. “And stop blaming yourself for me getting stabbed. It was my own damn footing that failed. If I’d have hit the bloody thing it wouldn’t of been able to hit me. No way is that your fault.”<br/><br/>She strokes Tivyrne’s cheek slightly with her thumb, a small smile playing on her lips before pulling her hand away slowly. Pushing herself up once more from the ground she looks towards the village. It may be wise to head back to the camp, but she wanted to hear what the villagers had to say first hand. She didn’t believe that the reptilian men were there to protect the village at all; it had been to quiet. And why were there no males in the village at all?<br/><br/>She frowned, thinking about Lairee. She hated the kind of attitude she had shown. The “I’m better than you” attitude. She had grown up with it all her life. All the noble men and women around her looking down upon everyone they met, no matter whom they were and even their own family.<em> At least she’s a little different,</em>Tavia thought,<em>at least she’s going on about life and death and not just how much money someone has. </em><br/><br/>She clasps the other woman on the back. “Come on, I want to hear what the villagers have to say, stab wound or no stab wound.” She say grinning before picking up her blade, wiping it clean on the grass and putting it away before heading for the village.