[hr][hr][h3][b][i][center][color=a187be]Kyra [/color] & [color=82ca9d]Sana[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Hell Defrosting
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] In General
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	Kyra just rolled her eyes. This type of pity party was one of the main reasons she traveled alone most of the time. If someone got back handed with something they didn't like they sulked and waited for everyone around them to go [i]"oh please don't go, we need you, blah blah blah."[/i] To her it was a pathetic juvenile attempt at attention and as far as she was concerned she didn't have time to stroke someone's ego. If you screwed up, you took your licks, you sucked it up, you carried on. End of story. The road to hell was paved with good intentions, it didn't mean you still weren't on the road to hell just because you didn't mean to do it. She didn't know what disgusted her more right then; the fact he had pissed off several of the members of the group when he went all EGOtastic before the battle and didn't listen during or after the battle or that people were actually buying his shit right then and giving more worry about his whining than to the person that he could have just killed, the one that actually helped in the fight and helped save their asses.

	She kept her mouth shut though because of Satilla. The healer needed quiet and she wouldn't get another peep out of Kyra right then. Kyra merely stood there stoically awaiting instruction or request. That request came in the form of Keystone asking for his cloak. Patting Ash on his neck she stepped over to Keystone's items and found the cloak, shaking it out a few times before walking over to them and handing it to Keystone. [color=a187be]"Here, I am going to boil some water,"[/color] she said handing it over before stepping away again. Picking up a random empty pot that had been scattered on the ground she poured out the water from her water skin into it to heat it. She figured once it was hot she could fill the water skin again and tuck it into the cloak once it was wrapped around Sana in hopes of warming her up. 

	[color=a187be]"Cyneburg, Njat, could one of you that speak Orc see if you can find the Chief and ask him if it is alright for us to go deeper into the cave?"[/color] she asked before looking over towards Lerriana. [color=a187be]"Hopefully that wall will stand long enough for those dead to walk a long way away from here. Seems it is our only real defense right now."[/color]

	Sana's breathing evened out over time but it was still rough. At this point it would become clear that it wasn't a matter of healing anymore that needed to be done, just recovery time and hopes that she would wake up. Her body was still cold, especially her throat, hands, and feet. She lay there like a rag doll, her lips moving every so often as if she was speaking in her sleep but no noise came from her lips other than the residual rasp from within her lungs. Kyra cocked a brow as she looked over, had her voice been destroyed she wondered to herself.