Trix smiled politely with the exchange of names, even if she found his... unusual. Gregory was so... human sounding, and yet it was the name of this gargoyle. She wasn't even sure what type of name she'd been expecting, just not that. But that was neither here nor there, for he had business on his mind. She could somewhat appreciate that, but impatience didn't make healing go better or faster. Edoward came out at the sound of voices, and Trix looked up at him from her seat.[color=f6989d][i][b] "You did well today hun. Could you do me one last favor though?"[/b][/i][/color]

Edoward never knew how to say know to the herbalist that had caught his eye, and nodded. [color=f6989d][i][b]"We're going to need a few horses, to take her back to Green Fall. I'll travel with her in case her health deteriorates. If your captain will allow it, you should join us, to make sure we're safe. Can you do all that?"[/b][/i][/color]

A road trip? With lots of time to be spent with her, albeit with a gargoyle and a higher ranking knight. He'd move heaven and hell to make this happen. He smiled and left, forgetting to actually say anything in confirmation. Trix got up and moved back into her apothecary and grabbed a small, sealed vial. She put the vial beneath the woman's nose, and uncorked it. The smelling salts did their job, and Vegarra's eyes opened, followed by a pained groan. She tried to sit up, but Trix gently nudged her down, cooing as she would for a baby. [color=f6989d][i][b]"Easy now, you've been injured, you need to rest. You're in Ruby Banks, in my shop. There was an attack, and Gregory Whitehorn saved you."[/b][/i][/color]

Vegarra gritted her teeth, and sat up slowly. Her bruised ribs hurt worse than anything else, except maybe the throbbing headache behind her eyes. She felt the stiffness across her chest and shoulders, feeling at the bandages. Looking up at her healer with determined eyes, [color=bc8dbf][i][b]"I need to get back to Green Fall. I have to report this."[/b][/i][/color]

Trix smiled, there was always something about the determination of the Knights that made her proud to live among them. [color=f6989d][i][b]"It's being taken care of. We should have horses soon. You'll still have to travel a bit slower than you'd like, but I'll be accompanying in case something goes wrong."[/b][/i][/color] The knight nodded, before laying back and getting more rest. 

Trix quickly gathered some supplies she felt could be useful, putting them all in her pack. Edoward still hadn't returned, so she stepped outside with the silent, stoic gargoyle. [color=f6989d][i][b]"We'll be leaving soon, I'm sure."[/b][/i][/color] She spent the next stretch or so milling about her gardens, gently guiding her plants, talking to them, noting what would need harvested soon. 

Edoward returned, walking around the side of her shop, [color=82ca9d][i][b]"We're ready."[/b][/i][/color] Trix nodded and moved back in the shop, surprised to find Vegarra wincing herself into her armor. She tutted in annoyance, but helped the woman. Once ready, she locked up the shop and they found themselves at their steeds. Trix was a bit intimidated, she'd only ever been on a horse one time before, when she was much younger, and it hadn't gone well. She watched Edoward try and help Vegarra but a glare and growl forced him back. The knight grabbed the horn, slipped a foot into the stirrups, and with a pained gasp, pulled herself up and over. Trix tried the same, but found reaching the horn was a bit more difficult than expected. She slipped her foot into the stirrup first, trying to use that for leverage. But as she pushed up, she began to fall back, only to be caught by Edoward's hand on the small of her back. With a stiff pull, she eventually managed to get saddled up. 

[color=f6989d][i][b]"Lead the way Edoward, but keep it slower."[/b][/i][/color]

The young knight nodded, mounting his own horse and leading them out of town, knowing the trip would take several days. What was the worst that could happen on the roads of Ebonfort?