Adelise nodded to Lydia and Oriana, silently thanking them for their concern. She then looked around  for a moment to get her bearings, before heading over to the collection of whiskey, grabbing two bottles, and opening one, raising the bottle to her lips and taking a nice gulp. The burn in her throat was well worth it as it dulled the rest of her pain, if only slightly. She then closed the bottle back up and stored both of them away. She glanced at the others, before noticing Oriana's stare, tracing her gaze to their tied up captive. She was unable to stop herself from giggling as Oriana finally pried her eyes away, and teased the girl, "So that's your type, is it?"<br/><br/>She looked about some more for anything else of use, noting the trade goods, muttering something about getting them to Oleg's, before setting her eyes on the masterful lance, with her blood still staining the point. She marched over to it and grabbed it up, weighing it slightly, as she listened to Kressle speak, before turning the point towards the tied bandit and aiming it towards her throat, speaking plainly, "I have no desire to make company with scum like you." She lowered the lance at that, before sighing and walking sluggishly back towards Memento, who came closer as she neared, and propped herself up against the horse. She wondered for a moment, how much more savory Silas' company was, when it call came down to it, but the rogue hadn't done anything to earn her distrust, not yet anyway, and regardless, he was in their group, and she didn't make a habit of traveling with any more bandits, cutpurses and burglars than she needed.<br/><br/>A more pressing need at the moment, however, was finding a place to bathe and dress her wounds. Ideally, some replacement armor wouldn't hurt either, or at least a blacksmith to repair the one she had. Between this last battle and the ungodly head, she was not feeling very well at all, though the whiskey made things more tolerable, at least.