Tehr found Tera smirking a bit at the words he spoke to her as well as the potion he gave her. Breathing a little more easily, she shivered a bit but seemed to be breathing better afterwards. The potion vial empty, she didn't look like she would get up herself right away, but a lot better to the state she had been at a moment earlier.<br/><br/>Tearing her green shirt some gave Tehr a view of some fair-skinned underbreast, her chest shapely and full under the outfit. The elven woman did not seem to mind or complain at the tearing, letting her wounds be bound.<br/><br/>As Tehr then searched for his horse, he found it, a little walk away. It had backed off at the bear's rush at it, but it had not ran far, or it had come back soon after. Looking down at the ground at Tehr's approach, it almost seemed a bit sheepish for a moment, following Tehr without any complaining neighs or tugging on its part.<br/><br/>Soon enough, Tera, the dead man, and the two heads were on the horse. There wasn't much room for Tehr anymore, but after taking a longer walk to not have Tera or the dead man fall, the two of them arrived to the campsite.<br/><br/>The first sign was a woman shouting, and then servants rushing over. People looking worried, and people pushing one another aside to see.<br/><br/>"Tera!" A loud voice shouted from the crowd, as a noblewoman approached. Brown curls, rosy lips, a white dress with a red corset partly visible, fair-shaded skin and a concerned look upon her face, the mature woman stepped up to Tehr and the horse, looking at the woman. "Tera, what on earth happened to you girl?" The older woman seemed seriously concerned, as Tera smiled. "I'll live. Had a bit of an argument with a bear." She coughed. "Cut it pretty bad, but it got me over the top of my head! I'd be a head shorter if it weren't for my hunting partner." She nod a little at Tehr, immediately wincing and looking like she regret the movement. "Come on, lets get you to a healer." The older woman helped Tera from the saddle, as a large white horse paused besides Tehr, and the people kneeled quickly.<br/><br/>The Queen stared at Tehr seriously and spoke up, her eyes seeming to gaze into the man's very soul in a chilling way as she looked at him, those eyes could have made an Inquisitor cry with their harshness as she watched him. "Why does your saddle carry back the body of a stranger? I am certain I did not see this man enter the hunt, I keep a watch on all competition each year." Her words were softer than her eyes, but the look on her face was one of pure business.