<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/43/c9/48/43c948cf0b58d06216639103d490754d.jpg)</div>Songbird is unconcern about the items taken off the bodies of bandits that were just killed.   Instead, she looks over Hellhound arm where he had been hit.  She sees the freshly knitted skin, the innate divine magic she had called forth to heal him.  "Do you have any other wounds?"  Once she is satisfied that he is indeed without any other wound.   She watches him take care fo the bodies,  gather the items that the two dead men would not need.<br/><br/>She would trot back to her horse.  Her bosom sways and bounces with the trotting motion.   She reaches the white horse of hers.   It had not run, simply because the combat had not been near it.   Songbird had the presence of mind to get off her horse by dismounting.   She had stayed back,  moved forward to offer assistance in a casting a healing spell on him.<br/><br/>Songbird mounts her horse, and they are off once again.   The rest of the day's travel is rather mundane.  Half dozen traveling groups past the two of you, heading the way you have come.   No one moving in your direction going.   The last had been the two bandits.   Of course, during those passing.  Songbird would be ogled by each group.  However, they think that they're looking at some barbarian shaman.   One of the groups a  young couple newly married now making their way to the capital city from where they had started.   They had been robbed, two highwaymen.   About a week ago, and the description fit the two that Hellhound had killed.  Such is learned by Darius as the husband speaks with him.  Meanwhile, the young woman his wife motions for  Songbird to move closer as she is on the wagon.<br/><br/><strong>"Is he your husband,  your people don't wear clothing?"</strong>Curious, she asks the questions in bravely fashion.<br/><br/>"Yes and no, I belong to my master."  She answers halfway truth.   Leaving out that he is merely the delivery escort.   Leaving, the words suggested that she belongs to him.   And he is not delivering her.    It had been the last one they meet for the day.  An hour later, nightfall is coming soon and another camp would be needed.   Tomorrow, another town would be reached by end of that day.<br/><br/><br/>