There were a few moments while watching the Orc Knight that Rilana very nearly brushed off the medic and stepped forward to handle the baby thing herself. Not that he wasn't doing an admirable job of enticing the creature into the leather bag without risking too much of his green skin, but being forced to stand still while her tortured flesh was scrubbed and stitched back together made it easy to see a million other things she could be doing instead.

[color=fff200][i]Don't be foolish. Let them fix it or it will never heal right.[/i][/color]

[i][color=00aeef]I know, I just don't think this requires quite so much bandage.[/color][/i]

She could imagine the gryphon twitching his tail and glaring at her as though she were being unreasonable.

[i][color=fff200]What are you going to do with it?[/color][/i] There was no need to ask him to specify.

[i][color=00aeef]I...I don't know. I've never heard of a creature like this before. It's important to know more about it.[/color][/i]

There was a wordless scoff. [color=fff200][i]Don't lie, you just feel bad for killing a beast that was protecting its young.[/i][/color] His mindvoice seemed smug.

[i][color=00aeef]It's a familiar story, though. You can hardly fault me for taking in an orphan.[/color][/i]

That shut him up. Humbled, she knew that if he stood next to her he'd have lowered his head.

[i][color=00aeef]Don't do that. Just keep quiet until this is over so I can get us somewhere you can fly.[/color][/i] She didn't have to put the strong need to wrap her arms around his feathery neck into words, he just knew, and he agreed.

[i][color=fff200]Just don't ever let it bite me.[/color][/i]

[color=00aeef]"I will do my best to rest my arm. I suppose my trip home will be longer than I planned."[/color] She took the salve and bandages, listening to her instructions with grave seriousness. She didn't want to end up disfigured by rampant infection or preventable scarring. [color=00aeef]"Thank you for taking the time."[/color] It was more than clear to the moon fey that foreigners were second-class here, but the medic had treated her first.

The medic departed and Rilana turned to take the satchel gingerly from Togan, testing it's weight as she slung it over her good shoulder, letting it settle against her shapely hip. Her lips parted, so eager was she to say her farewells and get out of there, but the orc spoke first.

It seemed that the entire universe was preventing her from going home. [color=00aeef]"I suppose I should,"[/color] she sighed, more out of mental weariness than frustration, and nodded for the orc to lead the way. But her irritation was waylaid slightly by the sight of the larger creature trussed like a chicken and shoved into a wagon. Someone nearby mentioned that Svarak had subdued it himself.

Guilt. 

[i][color=fff200]Stop it, you did what you had to do.[/color][/i]

She wasn't so sure.

But picking through the logic of her doubts would have to wait. The Warden was handing her a scroll and she glanced down at the stylized version of a lion's paw pressed into the wax. For her? From Lord Svarak? Speak in private? Her eyes widened. Was it some sort of trap? She reached to tuck the unopened scroll into her travel-pack but realized she had left it back in the stands. Hopefully it hadn't been stolen!

When the Warden went on to ask her what to call the strange, two-headed beast, Rilana's eyes fluttered closed and she lifted a hand to rub the spot between her brows with two slender fingers. After all this, and now she was being asked to be creative? Surely it had a name. [color=00aeef]"Call it..."[/color] a snippet of a child-hood rhyme flitted through her mind, [color=00aeef]"Call it a Balauradon."[/color]

She watched the squire long enough to see him scratch the word down, and then turned to Togan. She pressed her hand, dwarfed by comparison, into his.

[color=00aeef]"I shall count you as a friend, Togan. And if you ever find yourself in the wilds of the Frostell or the ice halls of Frigmount you should consider yourself welcome." [/color]

And then he was gone, leaving Rilana feeling both overwhelmed and bereft in the sudden lack of conversation. Without pause, she turned and moved swiftly for the stands, picking up her pack and vanishing into the grassland around the tourny field.