[center][h3][color=fff200]Thyrri [/color][/h3]
[sub][@Aamaya] [@Jinxer] [@Sol Grim][/sub][/center]

Thyrri almost managed to calm herself down, the pleasant atmosphere of dimly-lit room slowly sending her to nearly meditative state. But, as usual, someone had to barge in and disturb her peace. At first she thought the warriors are coming back from the arena, but when her eyes focused on the incoming figure, she had to suppress a sigh, realizing it was her cousin Aamaya. One of the very last people she wanted to see right now. Hew intricate jewels jingled quietly as she walked towards the pool, smiling as always. [i]‘Oh cousin, what are you hiding beneath that smile?’[/i]

[color=fff200][b]“Thank you for your concern, dear cousin. But who would dare to assault a woman of my title and relevance?”[/b][/color] she responded a bit ironically, even though Aamaya was technically right. [b][color=fff200]“As for the Thanatos man, I think you should have more information than me, as you watched the tournament. I haven’t seen anything and sadly haven’t been able to speak to him, he was found unconscious, already having had lost a lot of blood. I would advise you to either talk to some of the other combatants or wait until he wakes up to see if he remembers something.”[/color][/b]

She wondered why Aamaya had such sudden interest in a common Luthran warrior. She was the one who put those men in the arena in the first place. The princess was probably just shocked and offended that someone dared to defy her and go against the orders she had given.

Thyrri was actually surprised by the kindness that sounded from Aamaya’s voice when she asked if Thyrrri was all right. What was she supposed to tell her? The princess and the entire royal family were the main problem. Aamaya, while kind and caring at the moment, was blind and oblivious to the issues around, so used to her privileges that it was beyond her imagination that there was a different way to live.

[b][color=fff200]“I am fine, thank you,”[/color][/b] the healer answered with the sincerest smile she could manage. It wasn’t a complete lie though, she was feeling much better now, having recollected herself from her short breakdown. She had a strange feeling, as if her mind had made some sort of decision but didn’t bother to tell her yet. [b][color=fff200]“I’m just weary from all the violence. I guess that man’s injury was the last straw for me, seeing someone nearly die for amusement.”[/color][/b] She got out of pool and grabbed the towel from Aamaya’s hand and wrapped it around her body.

Just now she realized she had torn her dress apart while trying to take it off, so she had nothing to wear right now. With a sigh she walked to the back door to the spa, peeking out into the hallway, trying to summon some servant. Soon enough, a young girl appeared walking the corridor, carrying a large pile of fluffy towels. Thyrri called her over and gave her specific instructions on which dress she wanted the girl to bring. The maid run off and Thyrri returned to the pool, sitting on the side with her legs in the water, creating small waves as she moved them around.

Aamaya looked like she was about to leave when the door opened, and a redheaded woman entered. Thyrri recognized Laurel, Eve’s bodyguard, and smiled at her, seeing that she is all right. Although not completely all right, Thyrri had to correct herself, jumping up to her feet. The red on Laurel’s head wasn’t all just her hair, but also blood running from a large cut, heavily encouraged by the stream of water she was pouring on her head. 

[b][color=fff200]“Why didn’t any of the healers look at you?”[/color][/b] Thyrri asked her as she moved across the room towards the warrior. Laurel said something about not wanting to bother the healers and Thyrri just rolled her eyes. [b][color=fff200]“So you would rather bother our corpse disposal crew? By the gods, woman, stop it and sit down,”[/color][/b] Thyrri directed tottering Laurel to one of the benches. The girl was clearly in shock, most likely had a concussion. The healer examined the wound, it wasn’t very deep, but as every injury on the head it was bleeding a lot. [b][color=fff200]“This will need stitches,”[/color][/b] she sighed, looking at the bandages in Laurel’s hand. 

Fortunately, the maid had just arrived with Thyrri’s dress and she quickly put them on. “[b][color=fff200]All right, we need to get you back to the infirmary, there is not enough light here.”[/color][/b] She helped Laurel put a soft bathrobe on and helped her to the door. [b][color=fff200]“I wonder,”[/color][/b] she said when she was passing Aamaya, [b][color=fff200]“how does one get such injury from a tournament where blows to the head are forbidden?”[/color][/b] Laurel mumbled something indifferent, but Thyrri’s question wasn’t meant for her. [b][color=fff200]“With your kind permission, princess Aamaya, I would like to borrow one of your guards for a moment, to help carry this woman to the infirmary.”[/color][/b]

A few minutes later, Laurel was lying in bed, her head stitched up and bandaged properly. There was not enough space, so she had to share room with the injured Thanatos man, who was still unconscious. Thyrri leaned to the woman, noticing she was waking up. Laurel blinked a couple of times, trying to get up, but Thyrri pushed her back into pillows. [b][color=fff200]“I am sorry, but you really need to stay in bed for at least a few hours. If you get up, you might faint again and injure yourself even harder. I will let princess Evangeline know where you are.”[/color][/b]

Thyrri also checked on the Luthran, who looked slightly better – still pale, but his pulse was strong and steady and his injury didn’t bleed anymore. She sat on a chair, watching her two patients and thinking what to do next. She should go and let Eve know about Laurel, that was for sure. Maybe even talk to Mother and Father of Luthra. She yawned and closed her eyes, just for a second to rest a bit, and fell asleep nearly immediately.