"Burned? And the scars will not heal. That is horrible...but he is still alive. At least he is alive; at least we are all alive." Kaleeth said, her voice grim. She kept her head hung low until Janius placed his hands on her shoulders. When he asked about her health, she returned his gaze, albeit a weak one. She put her arm around him and started to lean on him for support.

"I am alright. I am tired and it was hard to walk over here, but the healer said I will get better. The cultists didn't hurt me, but the healer made me...uncomfortable. He was friendly and helpful and everything, but he acted strange, and I don't know why. He was always staring at me, but never at my eyes. Maybe he was interested in my tattoos? And he seemed to...keep his hands on me longer than other healers. The cut on my chest must have been worse than I thought with how long it took him, and I didn't even know I had a cut on my tail. I don't know, I don't think he was nearly as good as Meesei at healing." She reasoned. 

Looking around at the ashes, Kaleeth formed another question. "Where are we going to sleep tonight?"