Duncan's eyes were wide as he gazed at the two sleeping women. His mind raced as he tried to think of why Gweneth would bed another woman but the pain of his wounds cut in and hi winced. Perhaps she was inclined towards the fairer sex or perhaps she enjoyed the company of both. At this point he didn't care and all he did care was that she was alive.<br/><br/>Her slap brought his wandering mind to the present and his hand darted out to hold Gweneth's as hers was about to fire a back hand at his other cheek. He calmly held her tender but firm wrist and moved it to her side before letting go.<br/><br/>"I've had enough encounters with women for one night, my Lady. Perhaps we can take this up another time?" his smiled as his eyes wandered over to the maid on Gweneth's bed and back to the Lady's.<br/><br/>"SHE is gone..." he looked away as he began to walk away. "...but will return tonight I'm sure." He pressed the side of his torso and looked down at the blood on his palm. The Healing was slower than a wound made by any regular weapon but then again Nightwalkers were known to taint their death daggers with the Dark One's blood. As slow as it would be, it was equally painful. And right now he needed a warm bath.<br/><br/>He looked over his shoulder as he walked away. "If you are strong enough to greet a man in your service with a slap then he must be doing a good job in keeping you alive..."my" Lady" he said as he walked past the ever present bowman and towards the bathroom beyond. He glanced at the warm water as he begand to undo his shirt and placed his sword by the side of the tub, leaning it against it carefully. He looked at Gweneth as she followed.<br/><br/>The bowman's eyes were on his blood stained shirt as he dropped it to the floor. He knew the archer knew that no ordinary man could survive the blood loss or a wound of that magnitude and he would find some excuse later for it. Right now all he wanted was to relax in a soothing bath.<br/><br/>Duncan stripped completely, turning his back to the Lady, offering her a clear view of his body. He slipped into the bath and laid down gingerly as the warm water met his many wounds. He winced but was glad the lady did not see it on his face. He closed his eyes and exhaled as the healing seem to work faster.<br/><br/>"I will live, My Lady. And so will you" his eyes were closed but his senses knew she wanted an answer to her question. "SHE didn't inflict any wound that this body cannot recover from my lady, unlike certain Ladies who deem it necessary to greet her guardian with the back of her hand"<br/><br/>He hoped she would not press the matter and would focus on today rather than last night. His mind was already racing to find a way to protect himself from what he knew would be certain pain when he ran into that beautiful creature of the night tonight. He almost wished the night would come sooner.<br/><br/>Almost.<br/>