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[color=6E8E67]Location:[/color] Outside the Eyrie[/center][hr][hr]


She nodded in response to Jandar's mention of the two men who were to be her allies.  The tension between them was bitter and thick.  She sighed as she touched the wound at Jandar's side.  Her fingers sank slowly into - through - his skin and began the process of knitting together the rent flesh.  She did not speak during this, her concentration fully on Jandar.  When she felt the wound was now stable and would not come apart at the tiniest provocation, she removed her hands and paid attention to her nose whilst her companion took care of changing his clothing.

There was a sickening crack as she held her broken sniffer between her hands and forced it back into place.  Fatima winced and allowed herself one small whimper before holding a single hand over her nose.  She closed her eyes and let her instincts take over, flowing through her as she mended cartilage and bone.  Within a few moments, her nose was good as new and it only took as long as Jandar needed to change his clothes.  She summoned one of her handkerchiefs and wiped the blood from her face as well as she could.  Her nose was still tender so she was extra careful around it.

She allowed Jandar to help her up, giving his hand a firm squeeze once she was on her feet.  She removed herself from his grasp and turned to Xandar and the brothers as they approached.  Despite the redness and swelling the crying had done to her eyes she still managed to hold some air of regality.  A smile found its way to her lips as she greeted them in turn.  [color=6E8E67]"Thank you all,"[/color] she said, her voice still harsh from her sobs.  The smile grew to a wry smirk as she considered both Xandar and Jandar's words.  [color=6E8E67]"I've found that, if you are wanting to run away and avoid capture, it is best not to know where you are going yourself."[/color]  She was serious though her tone offered a bit of playfulness.  [color=6E8E67]"I believe the two of us are already packed, having just arrived.[/color]"  She gestured between Jandar and herself.  Her eyes then fell on Jassen.  Her breath hitched and she had to close her eyes to keep the tears from falling anew.  When she opened them again, she allowed herself to speak.

[color=6E8E67]"If there would be anyone kind enough to help me, I wish to burn my loyal companion and carry his ashes with me.  He should be buried at home.  Not out here among strangers."[/color]  Hey eyes flicked between the men.  She planned to use witch's fire, naturally.  However, wood would be required to encase the body and allow proper heat to disintegrate flesh.  [color=6E8E67]"As for the other dead,"[/color] her eyes moved toward the literal killing field.  The other bodies were gone.  Someone had already taken care of the situation.  She frowned as this would not have the effect on those that came for them that she desired.  No time to think on that now.  Jassen first.  [color=6E8E67]"Never mind,"[/color] she mumbled.