"Damned thieves! Damned Younisian curs!"

Penelope watched her brother as he gritted his teeth together while Jane poured a bit of alcohol over his still healing wound to keep it from getting infected. It was now nearly sundown and she had finished with her work for the day. The knight was tired and eager to get some supper before turning in for the night, however, first she wanted to check to see how her brother was doing. She had only spoken to him a small bit when she had first returned from Wheldrake with the other three. 

"Oh would you hush up already?" Jane sighed tiredly. The normally kind and friendly healer seemed drained after having to care for her injured comrades. "I swear you men cry more than women in labor half the time."

"Would you just hurry up?" Layth grumbled in a defensive voice, looking slightly embarrassed. His gaze finally caught sight of Penelope and he gave a quick snort. "What are you here for?" he grumbled. 

"Just checking to make sure you're not giving Jane here too hard of a time." Penelope responded with a smirk. She walked further into the tent to stand besides the other two and eyed the gash on his side. Though she was no medical expert, she assumed that it was healing alright. It was difficult to tell since she didn't notice much change in the stitches. She lifted her gaze back up to Layth and let out a small sigh. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine." he insisted gruffly. "The faster this heals the sooner I can hunt down those bastards that stole our supplies."

"Yeah well that's going to take a while so don't go doing anything rash." Jane said as she began to wrap bandages around his wound. 

Penelope nodded her head in agreement. "She's right. Besides, right now we need to focus more on damage control and preparing for the next battle... and healing so you can even fight in it."

"I'm aware." Layth growled. He let his shirt fall back down as Jane finished bandaging up his wound and gave her grumble of thanks before he moved to take a step towards the exit. "But that won't matter if they steal all of our supplies again."

The female knight frowned a little at his words. Usually she didn't agree with her brother and his worry over the thieves but this time was different. After all, they were talking about a whole different group of thieves, even if Layth wasn't aware of that yet. She gave a small nod and moved to follow her brother out of the tent as he walked on, slowed down by his injury. "That's true.. if we can't catch them before the new supplies get here, then we're just going to have to be extra cautious."

Layth gave a small grunt of agreement then shifted his gaze over to Penelope. "I'll figure it out. Now leave me alone. I want to get some sleep.." he grumbled as he walked off towards his tent. 

Penelope rolled her eyes at her brother's foul mood. It seemed to have gotten worse due to his injury, if that was even possible. She let out a soft sigh and trotted off to grab some supper before she retired for the night.