[i]Ashley[/i]

Ashley was fast, but even she couldn’t run from Kenan to Loom in a single day. When nighttime began to fall, she slowed down to a stop, looking for shelter. Olivia remained in her grasp, tenderly held to cause as little pain as possible. After all, she didn’t want to hurt the girl anymore than she already had. Luckily, there was a hopefully abandoned house off in the distance that would do nicely. Ashley’s swords were now resting on both sides of her hips, moved there as soon as they exited Kenan. It was very well to have as much time as she pleased to draw a sword and kill a hired thug of a petty crime lord. It was quite another to try that trick with whatever was powerful enough to be wandering the wastes. She wanted her swords within easy access, and she wanted them to be able to be drawn quickly and defensively. Adjusting her grip on Olivia slightly, in an attempt to make the girl more comfortable, Ashley sprinted off towards the house, reaching her destination in under a minute. The door was unlocked, something she’d have to fix. Walking inside, she was pleased to see that it was modestly furnished. There was a couch and a chair and she could even see a bed in a room across the hall. Granted it all looked old and slightly rotted, but it was still serviceable. It was better than the floor.

She sat Olivia down on the sofa and turned back towards the doorway, carefully listening in case the child made a break for it. She doubted that Olivia would, but one could never be too careful. Once again she used her webbing, spitting it back and forth across the door till it was buried beneath the sticky white strands. Every window in the house got the same treatment (thankfully there was only one door), and she carried a big and bulky cabinet in front of the doorway. [i]There. That should alert me if someone tries to get in…or out.[/i] She thought, smiling slightly, before turning her attention to Olivia. “Now let’s see what you’ve done to your arm.” She spoke softly, gently. Being careful to make no sudden moves that might frighten the girl, Ashley slowly drew one sword and gently took the arm wrapped in her webbing. It fell apart with a precise slice of her blade, and Ashley gave the arm a quick examination. “Casting should be fine for it. Besides, I don’t trust any of the wood in this house to be a useful splint.” She quickly put web back over Olivia’s arm, and then let go, taking a few steps back before sitting cross legged in front of the girl. “I’m sorry you had to go through such a traumatic experience.”