[center][h1][color=gold]Lorelei Baggett[/color][/h1][/center]

[center][h3][Edge of Meadow, Southern Forest, Town Outskirts][/h3][/center]

Lorelei sat on the ground for a brief time in bewilderment, especially after the great horse had finally spat her out onto the ground like a small child would spit out a "gross" vegetable at the dinner table. Observing as Rakhsh propped her servant up like a doting mother, before walking off to eat a bite of grass it seemed, the homunculus was not fully sure what to think at this point in time. Perhaps the horse had heard her say to run into the woods, though the chances it came here on its own were up there as well. It was not like she could talk to the horse, for pity's sake, though from its expressions it was not hard to guess at what the horse would be saying if it could talk. Whatever the case was, there were finally in a rather quiet and seemingly safe place, likely far from the blasted house she has chosen to summon at. 

Finally letting out a long, deep sigh at the entire debacle that she was in, Lorelei wiped what phantasmal horse saliva she could off of her face and head. As much as i was tempting to let the horse look after her still seemingly-delirious servant, all while she could go take a hot shower, the fact of the matter was that she needed to take responsibility as a master. A master who had nearly gotten her servant one-shotted right off of the bat, at any rate...

[color=gold]"Thank you for saving us,"[/color] the homunculus said while looking over to Rakhsh, all the while standing back up slowly just in case something had been pinched or accidentally harmed while she had been carried over here at great speeds. 

Perhaps it was strange to thank a horse, but this horse seemed smarter than the average bear by far. It was at least one thing that was in her favor, and made obvious the fact she had summoned a Rider-class servant. In fact, it seemed the enemy was an Archer-class servant as well for that matter, which could mean that if she had been close to the home she might have stumbled into a boundary field or few in the process. After all, the distance between the enemy Archer and her own servant had not been a long, as she herself was left to assume that an Archer would desire to have the most distance between them and their enemy when taking shots like that. So perhaps an enemy master had already taken the house as a base of operations, which in and of itself was an idea that made sense. 

Rolling her eyes at herself for not thinking of that bit sooner, the homunculus walked over to where Rostam was leaned against a tree, kneeling next to the giant man's body. The frothy bubbles of blood on his beard were looking similar to colorful "bubble bath" solution from Lorelei's perspective, though this was not exactly the thing she needed to focus on right now. The hole in Rostam's chest was knitting itself up before her very eyes as her healing magic continued to take effect. With somewhat closer inspection of the wound, to her it seemed to have at least stopped the bleeding in some part to stabilize him. Beyond this, it seemed that the spell was finally beginning to mend the internal part of Rostam's torso first. Perhaps she could utilize additional spells to seal off the healing area by repairing the skin, so that way the active time that the ten-count would still be around for would be able to primarily focus on his insides. 

[color=gold]"I wonder if we will ever get to a more formal introduction after what just happened, but for now i will try to help patch you up,"[/color] Lorelei said to her servant, looking down at him as she spoke before looking back to his wound once more with a moderate grimace and a tired if not exasperated look on her face, using her master's clairvoyance to read his parameters and such in the meantime,
 [color=gold]"I should have summoned you in a safer place, albeit i don't know where that would be in a war like this, but there's no use crying or whining over the matter. It seems we still are not out of the running for the Grail, though, and thank heavens that your skills helped save your life back there."[/color]

She did not much expect him to respond to her at all, though admittedly his "mad" state had seemed to calm down a bit in the meantime. Luckily her hotel room was safe and locked tight by magecraft, though having her First Aid Kit here would have been good for her servant at least. With her Command Seals not burning on her hand, at least it meant no other masters or servant were in the area. For the time being, they could rest. If that meant all night, then so be it if that meant her servant being put back into a condition where he could move again. 

But with his large stature, would be he able to fit anywhere? Her hotel room and most building would not exactly be fitting for a servant as large as he, much less would such a place be able to fit the massive horse Rakhsh at that. Still, the matter was not as pressing as the more immediate concerns over her servant's physical state and wounds. They would figure something out, though, and that would be that.