Sana sat there, running fingers through Ellyns hair gently as Delia tended to the songstress. Thankfully Delia had picked up on what Sana wanted and she smiled at the feral one. As Delia pointed to herself and repeated her name and then pointed towards Sana she knew what she was asking. “Sana,” she said as she pressed her palm to her own chest. “Sana,” she repeated as she held her hand firm for a moment before reaching out and patting Delia gently on the shoulder in thanks, a soft smile on her tired features.

       Perking a brow she pulled her hand away and took a look at her wrist, then the other. She was still bleeding and she could feel that her cheek was in no better condition as she felt blood still trickling from the gash that had widened since initial contact. Kissing, embraces, yelling had all worked together to irritate the wound.  The blood had formed a thick path from the wound across her cheek, over her jawline, down her neck and was spreading over part of her chest, being lost under the leather top which she wore. She knew she would need it tended to soon enough, before infection set in. Her greatest worry was her eye sight. If the cut was not healed or clean, with it being so close to her eye, she could lose sight in that eye. For a marksman that was the kiss of death. 

	Shaking the thought away she lowered her wrist and went back to attending to Ellyn, nodding to Artos as he said he would carry her. “Very well,” she said sitting there. Soreness starting to set in as she rested on the cold floor. At Ellis’ tease she just laughed. “I can walk,” she said shaking her head, trying not to smile. “But I might fake it,” she whispered as she took the book to hold for Ellyn and both the daggers. Sliding one into her unused sheath at her side she made a mental note to find her own personal one soon as she could go through the rest of the gear that was left. Looking back over towards Artos she shook her head. 

        “No, but probably not the same way we came in, so we can cross that option out. Whatever the way out is, we need to move. That Lich gave up way too easy for my taste. Something is not sitting right,” she said thinking back to the feeling she would get in the pit of her stomach when something was off. Gypsy were raised to not only give deceit and trick people but to know when someone was trying to pull the wool over their own eyes. Sana had that feeling tugging at her insides; she didn’t like it one bit. 

        Looking back towards Ellis as he handed her a piece of jewelry she tilted her head to the side slightly. A crimson gem rested in an intricately silver woven arm cuff.  Taking it she nodded and slid it up her right bicep, making sure it was snug in place. Moving her arm around slightly to ensure it would not compromise her movement nor impede her ability with a bow, she made a slight adjustment until she was satisfied. “Thanks,” she before resting her hand down to support herself as she leaned back slightly, her other hand still running through Ellyns hair. “Come on, wake up.”

        Sana let out a sigh of relief as Ellyn slowly came to and sat up; rolling her eyes slightly as she tried to help Artos. “Ever the savior,” she teased as she rested her hand on Ellyns shoulder and watched her mouthed words. “Yeah, but he can stand and speak, which is more than I can say for you,” she stated flatly before handing over the dagger, the book and the gemmed jewelry. “These are for you, Ellis found them, might come in handy.”  Taking a deep breath Sana sat there, looking at the rag tag band of troops that had formed. They had started with some, now had more; would more join along the way? Would one of them betray the others? They had fought together but it was for a common goal, far beyond just rescuing her; to free themselves. Now what would happen to them, would they carry on or would something else occur? Sana had always been distrusting, she knew better. Her people had taught her long ago a smile could sheath a hidden blade waiting to strike. 

	Sana felt hands on her body and turned to see Hugh next to her, feeling a warmth consume her. Not passion but caring as his hand began to glow her eyes widened; watching her wounds slowly close and feeling the bleeding cease. She let out a gentle sigh as his hand came to her cheek. Turning her head slightly she kissed his palm lightly as she took his hand in her own. “Thank you,” she whispered kindly before rising from her place. She still needed a clean-up but that would have to wait. Looking around she found her bag and slung it over her back before taking her bow and drawing an arrow from its quiver. Peeking down the hall and seeing the devastation she perked a brow before looking back at the group. “Damn…Nice carnage,” she said proudly to them.