Sana rose to her feet and glanced around, this entire attack had left her on edge. This was one of the very reasons she hated traveling at night, attacks came swiftly and without warning. Shaking her head she perked a brow as she watched Ellyn hopped out of the wagon and set up to do what seemed like sleep for the evening. Leaping down from her post she walked over to her and rested her hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, I am sure you will write so many more songs, all of them magical," she said before glancing down at the bed roll. "Girl, you need to bundle that up and get back to the wagon. We aren't staying here. Too dangerous. We're moving out. I really don't want to leave behind the only one that can get these folk to shut up and get along for five minutes," she stated quickly before walking back over to the wagon and returning to her post. 

	Pulling her dagger out and the rag, she cleaned it up and then tucked the dagger back away before tossing the rag into the sand. She wasn't going to carry it anymore, it was too far gone at this point. It hadn't been much to start with.  As Hugh came over to her she looked at him, he seemed in better spirits and conversation than when he had walked away from her earlier but she was still worried. "You okay?" she asked as she stood along the back of the wagon, holding on to a rail to keep her balance. It was odd, looking at Hugh on a more even level instead of standing a foot below him. "You were a little," she began but paused as she considered her next words, "tongue tied earlier." Tilting her head to the side in concern as she moved closer to him, bending her knees slightly into a crouch and swinging out from the wagon a bit, still holding to the rail with on hand; like a child would when playing in the trees. 

	"Yes, grumpy is better than dead," she said as she continued to look over him. He seemed no worse for wear right now but he had lost blood in the fight and even though healed, still held bruises. She figured he could survive a lot worse than that but it didn't mean he was at the top of his game right now either. Her eyes finally found his, soft and warm like worn leather with flakes of amber that seemed to sparkle slightly. "But you were injured," she said followed up with as she pointed to his shoulder before breaking eye contact and swinging back and righting herself.