"Sure enough, Adela! I'll take care of her..."<br/>Atal was smiling at Freyja's embarrassment. The caravan had closed the road anyway, so they needed to pass it at least. Doing it unnoticed without leaving the coach seemed impossible. Besides, he had told her once that he hates<i>unnecessary</i>risks.<br/>Being his friend, she knew what this smile meant. It told her that he might not consider challenging a legendary warrior<i>unnecessary</i>. Risky, yes, it was - but she suspected this might not be enough to prevent him from doing so.<br/>"The cavalry is here, you say?<i>Good</i>news! Did they mention where they would be going next? I'm sure it would be safe there for a while!"<br/>From the way he pronounced "good", she knew he didn't actually think so. Maybe he wasn't the only one, since the other man spat again.<br/>"Only so safe that you would be guaranteed nobody<i>else</i>would harm you, laddie! for all I know, they are going in the opposite direction to you, towards the city. A messenger should've brought them the orders from the king in their training camp..."<br/>"Not true!", the younger man interrupted him. He looked excited. "They say there is a man of the new faith with them and he can bring them orders immediately, and the captain uses him to send his reports every ni..."<br/>"Hush, laddie!", the older man growled. "Tongues that speak of such things are more likely to get cut off!"<br/>The youngster opened his mouth to object, but then met the gaze of the veteran and closed it promptly.<br/><br/>Freyja had enough time to hear this exchange before reaching the wounded. There was indeed enough work to be done, with many men bearing cuts on the hands, across the face or on the legs. She made her best to help them - which wasn't anything special, of course, but she could at least follow the priest's orders. Hopefully, most wounds that she helped tend wouldn't get worse. The rest were likely to die later.