Thaler ignored the shouting of the foreign woman, she honestly had given up caring and that was a dangerous enough state. She almost longed to be back in that dream where she'd had a nice friendly -sort of- chat with Rilon. Sure it had been cold and hard and terrifying on a deep emotional level but it had been calm and polite. The blood god had been courteous not murderous and for the first time in that entire week she had felt relatively safe and managed a whole few hours without being attacked by someone or something. Compared to her waking hours it had been...blissful. 

She chided herself for such thoughts though, Rilon was 'evil' it was said and she was done arguing with people on that. Perhaps the simplicity of a nice conversation was what she had enjoyed most about that. No torture, no violence, no wild and pointless aggression. Just a chat. It was strange to think there were people out there that started a meeting with 'just a chat' these days. 

She had continued to make her way to the clearing, mind fighting to stay centred enough to keep her balance, her limbs aching, the wounds throbbing and her ribs hurting with every breath. She was listing all the things she wanted at Zerul and the few people she knew there who might help. Her mother's old comrades of course, her fathers iron and steel supplier and the baker, if they were still there and if she could find her way to them. 

It was Aemoten's voice that halted her steps, [i]Why are you awake?[/i] She thought to herself, the man needed rest, the man needed not to fix everything, his soul was going to fall apart and... calming herself she turned slightly, taking a few steps backwards to stay out of his reach. He'd try and fix her, he'd kill himself trying to fix her. She heard what Jaelnec said and Thaler really wanted to urge him on, instead she called out. "You're better than her, don't lower yourself to a murderer's standards." She fought the wince, she fought the urge to cough, then she turned to Aemoten, "That creature jumped out of the bush, went to attack the strangers, Jaelnec distracted it, it then rounded on him and tried to kill him..." She felt a little ashamed but not enough to hide the truth, "So I lost my temper, I used my gift, it didn't work on her so...I jumped on it. I'm fine." 

She really wasn't but she had to say it, anyone with eyes could see the wounds, the way she barely put weight on one leg to relieve pressure on one side of her body and how her smile was forced into place. "I am in no fit state to continue dealing with..." She gestured to the trio of strangers and their gathered group, "...this and you are in no condition to do anything about mine. So by all means go make friends with it, I'll go get things ready for when you arrive at Zerul, okay?" She said rather finally on the matter. Offering him another faint smile before saying quieter, "Don't make me put you back to sleep." She really didn't want too, didn't know if she could actually but if he made a move at her she would. He -needed- to rest, willingly or otherwise and she needed to go, before whatever was left of her humanity slipped away in the wake of common sense.

With that she turned and continued the way she had been intending to go, the treeline wasn't far, she could feel the roots, so her unoccupied hand became her guide to feel her way through the mess. [i]Zerul, bath, opiates, clothes.[/i] Her list and her mantra. Quick detour, she had known better, she had said it would not be quick, she had warned them it wouldn't end well. She wondered if any of them regretted not listening to her. [i]Zerul, bath, opiates, clothes. Bandages, needle, thread, the list is growing. I wonder if anyone owes my family that much.[/i]