Argurios was intensely watching Aidens moves, trying to imagine how he would fight him, and react to Aidens blows, how he would use his axe in battle. Then he tried to remember all the fights he had witnessed till now. And each one he would try to imagine how would he fight his opponents with his newly gained knowledge.
At first it was hard, Argurios's imagination was poorly developed, and just trying to imagine himself moving in a way was hard, but like a child he was, once he opened teh doors of imagination, it poured into his mind as if a dam broke. His imagination grew and soon he could imagine himself in a fight with teh bandits that attacked them at teh start of teh journey. 
He was so lost in his imaginations, that for a moment he forgot he was injured, and as he tightened the muscles of his arms the, pain from the wound brought him back to the real world. 
Looking around him, he noticed Aiden was looking at him as if he was expecting an answer to something. "Sorry did you say something. I wasn't really listening."




Jaim, was looking at Laodike, checking her wounds, which seemed to be getting a tad batter. Even tho, Jaim didn't have high hopes, it was expected for teh body to start healing it's self, but throughout the night and next day things may turn to worse, and there's nothing any of them can do about it.

"Anything I can do to help?" Brisa asked, from behind him.  It had been plain this was not what she had originally intended to ask but her words were still quite sincere.


He took a long breath before answering with a calm and sad voice."No dear child, there is nothing. First the internal wound must close, than she needs to caught out the blood from her lungs, and if luck is on our side, pieces of dirt and cloth. Then we need to keep her safe from hypothermia and hope nothing worsens. Except if you know some good healing magic there is nothing to do." He shifted a little so he could look at the Girl behind him.