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While Alex disappeared down the hallway, Clay and the stranger carried Fenna to a spare room where he helped lay her on a vacant bed, ensuring she was on her side. 
Clay nodded to the stranger in thanks and offered out his hand in greeting as he introduced himself. [b]"Clay"[/b] He simply stated. [b]"Thanks.[/b]
It was then Alex came in with the supplies giving him an accusatory glare to match her tone. Clay rebuttals seeming offended. [b]"WHAT? The lass can't handle her booze and it's my fault?[/b] he snaps back as he takes the supplies, avoiding any mention of the poison.

Placing the bucket and bottles of water beside Fenna Clay then put a wet towel on her forehead before removing her weapons, pocketing the pistol in his belt and leaving the others on the floor.

Clay would kill someone in a fair fight, maybe even an unfair one if the deserved it, then again if the price was right. But he was hardly the man that would kill a woman just because, never mind by such a way of poison. He excused himself from the room using the excuse of 'work' while he instead went and searched for the doctor.

He would never admit it but during his scuffle with this huntress she aided him greatly, maybe even saved his life. Now, in his attempts to jest and remain cold and hard, he might of accidentally killed her.