[h2][center][color=azure]Artemis Fleur[/color][/center][/h2]
[h3][center][color=azure]Dena Nehele[/color][/center][/h3][hr][hr]
At the boy’s words, Vaclav sat up a bit. “Artemis…” He tried getting his friend’s attention. If Beneth’s murmurings were true, they needed to get out of here quickly especially with a dead body in their house. He could smell some of the smoke filtering in too. Hobbling up to a window, Vaclav peered out into the distance. The fires seemed far away for the time being but he knew how quickly those fires can travel especially if they were magicked.

Artemis let out a sigh of relief when she saw that Liran did not have any major wounds. She wiped her hands dry and thrusted the cup of tea into the boy’s hands. “Drink some. You’ll feel better dear.” Artemis glanced at Beneth, worried for his state of mind. She wanted to focus on him to help him come down from his state of shock but knew she had to help Vaclav first. “Get away from that window before you get skewered again,” she told her friend as she walked over to him. Artemis quickly got to work, peeling off the dressings she put on the wound earlier. She knew that she couldn’t heal the wound as thorough as she wanted to for she too could smell the smoke in the air.

“There. That’s all I can do for now.” Artemis met Vaclav eyes. After all their years spent together, the two friends could have a conversation without needing to speak. It saddened Artemis that she was going to have to move again, but, in her heart, she knew that everything had to end eventually. Vaclav squeezed her hand, understanding her thoughts. He didn’t want to leave either when they were starting to get comfortable. 

“We’ll make do.” He stood up to go to upstairs and grabbed a few things.

“We always do…” Artemis turned back to the bothers. She slowly came up to Beneth and put a hand on his shoulder, trying to soothe him. “What are your names, dears?”