During the peace while everyone spoke, Kaite gagged once and swallowed hard in response to an old stomach wound healing. She masked an inelegant belch of black mist as she spoke up in response to Xen'Desh. [color=a187be]"Nuh, wh-[i]uurf[/i].. was she the-"[/color] she managed before the name donned on her as it apparently had for others like the storyteller who couldn't help but share his pessimism. 
The knight didn't even need the voices to grate at her heart, such as musings about possibly having done something. It wasn't until a crowd of comically disappointed chuckles edging into her mind finally broke her down; her eye catching the visor of her helmet which had landed open.

Jeering whispers caused Kaite to recoil, rolling over to a side with a groan of [color=a187be]"Aahh...[i]gawd[/i]"[/color] as she pressed her hands to her face. With all there was to wash off, the solitary tear making a quick trip to the earth could have been mistaken as a drop of blood. In silence, Kaite curled up while the knuckles of her left hand dulled as the hue left the darkening flesh under the skin. Nothing was too sacred for the curse, it simply had new bruises to mend.
The sulking persisted through Laina's declaration of leaving to prepare provisions, a bit of her finding it funny how Tiberius was getting all insistent on leaving while others were keen on making the best of it. Given the circumstances, she would have both the audacity and strength to give a good laugh if it weren't for the rustling in the woods being all too real.
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"Oh wot now..."[/color] she quietly hissed, seeing Tiberius take up his weapon in preparation. It made Kaite feel a bit underdressed for the occasion as bloodstained rags aside, the attempt to fight the previous foe had left most of her gear strewn across the side of the camp and surrounding foliage. Still, 'helpless' wasn't in her dictionary, and with one arm to prop herself up and the remains of her sword at the ready, she was just about prepared enough to be surprised by the woman being chased out of the woods by Gorman.

Simply knowing the orc and his earlier declaration back in town, Kaite was more curious what he was doing with the elf then if the woman had actually been robbed by him. [color=a187be]"G-Gorman? Wh-[i]hnf[/i].. what the hell are you doing in th' forrest wi'this tart?"[/color] she asked, wiping her face and smearing the tear streaks to make them less noticeable rather than actually clean herself.