At Sam's voice in his ear, August tightened his grip on her just for a moment -- but he relented, and he laid her down gently at the foot of a tree. He avoided looking at her face, so professional was he in the care of his charge. When he looked over to the dwarves, however, it was with a glare of hate and distrust. "Stay here and watch her," he growled, and he rushed into the fiery camp.

"You don't tell us what to do!" Coralie hollered after him, brandishing her dagger at his back -- but the Marshal had fallen into step under Will's orders and was immediately employed with putting out the flames. Coralie huffed, and she sat down by Sam's head. "Whatever's going on with you an' him," she muttered to Sam, "I don't like it." She frowned, and she patted Sam's head. "But go to sleep, you're safe as a lamb now I'm here."

Raquelle, meanwhile, looked after Will with a forced crooked smile, and she regretted not dumping that bottle of potion into his canteen. Oh, what fun it would have been to watch Will suffer, to render him helpless to her will. She remembered Liam, then, and she spun around in a panic before she spotted him; she sprinted to his side, nearly running over a few soldiers and the Marshal on her way. "Liam!" she cried, taking his hand. "Liam, what's wrong? What's that Samantha girl done to you? She's tried to kill you, I know it! Oh, Liam!"

Once the fire had all been put out and the remains of the camp were being gathered for inventory, Alphonse shuffled forward with his hat in his hands. He stepped quietly toward Will, who appeared to be in charge, and he cleared his throat. "Sir," his voice wavered, "I don't mean to interrupt, but I and my companions owe you and your men the deepest and sincerest of apologies. We are responsible for the fire at your camp. I assure you it was a terrible mistake, we had no idea you were soldiers of Eldonia and Itelia." He spoke quickly, bowing up and down in apology, and he wouldn't let Will get a word in edgewise; Alphonse simply couldn't bear to be yelled at. "Please accept our offer of shelter and supplies. The farmhouse at the end of the lane belongs to our good friend, there is plenty of room there for your company." He bowed again. "Please, we insist."