Trix instantly regretted the way she went about warning Lana, realizing she'd set the woman into a full blown panic. The moment she ripped herself free of Trix, though, Trix realized she needed to calm her down, before she drew attention to herself. It didn't seem like anyone had noticed the thefts. Trix watched as she dumped the trinkets, seeing the blood drip from her hand, as she stayed close with the woman. They made there way to the outskirts of the market, and Trix gently took the woman's bloodied hand in her own, cooing as she would her pups, who, of course, were keeping pace with her. [color=f6989d][i][b]"Calm down, breathe. In through your nose, out through your mouth. No one is getting burned today. Just keep your eyes forward."[/b][/i][/color] 

She gently guided the woman out of the market, down the road toward the ranches, a pair of unranked knights walking toward them. Trix leaned into the woman, using her other arm to hold onto the one she already held, at the elbow, smiling and leaned her head on Rilana's shoulder. One of the men nodded toward them, elbowed his partner, grinning like a foolish man. They didn't say anything, just grinned and stared at the pretend couple. Once they were passed, Trix loosened her grip on the woman, but kept a loose hold on her bloodied hand, for the comfort. She looked back over her shoulder, no one was following them, no one was looking at them, and she sighed in relief, even as she saw the accursed bird flying to join them.

[color=f6989d][i][b]"We're good now."[/b][/i][/color] She stopped, so that she could look the woman in her beautiful eyes properly, [color=f6989d][i][b]"We're okay. We're safe. You're safe."[/b][/i][/color] She had the woman's injured hand between them, holding it between both of hers, [color=f6989d][i][b]"I promise. Let's get you cleaned up, and get some food and find somewhere... quiet."[/b][/i][/color] She was smiling lightly, hoping to bring the woman some level of comfort. She nodded down the road to a few finally crafted benches carved into the fence of ranch's property. They were finally crafted, and appeared to be comfortable, a testament to the woodworkers of Green Fall.