When the shelter doors opened, several gasps were heart about the compound as the defender of the village stood before the huddled villagers, naked but for her weapons and the blood of the beast she had slain.<br/><br/>"Illiana!" she heard a familiar voice call out from among them, followed by a small commotion as people were shoved aside to make way for the gruff, older man that limped towards her as quickly as he could.  "What are you people staring at?!  Someone hand me a cloak!"  Within moments, Tarion had made his way towards Illiana and wrapped her within a big woolen cloak, hugging her close as he shook with sorrow and anger.  "Did it hurt you, my dear?  I knew I should have gone out there with you," he spoke gently, attempting to comfort her even though his temper was still flaring.  He turned back to the villagers and started barking orders again.  "The crisis is over!  Go home!"  Nervously, the villagers all shuffled out, glancing worriedly in Illiana's direction, though none dared to say anything.  Nearly everyone had left, though out of the corner of her eye, Illiana noticed that one other still remained, looking nervously in her direction.  It took her a moment to realize that it was the strange girl she'd encounter not long ago.<br/><br/>"I'm so sorry, Illiana," Tarion sobbed quietly, still holding on to her.  "This never would have happened if I'd been quicker on my feet."