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[color=B2E0DD]Location:[/color] Winton - The Cave[/center][hr][hr]

He worried his hands together as there was a lot of back and forth and all over the place in the conversation.  He had a tenuous grip on reality at the best of times but as it stood now he was quite lost.  When they spoke of leaving and getting to the bottom of it once and for all... at least that was what he understood them to say, he felt relief.  Having not much else to do that would be considered worthwhile, he moved toward Fatima.  She looked up at him and smiled and for the hundredth time his heart skipped an excited beat.  He placed his jacket around her shoulders, hoping to obscure the blood as the material was not thick enough to provide much by way of warmth.  Without a word, he scooped her up into his arms and she slid her arms about his neck. She fit here so well that once they reached the tavern he had a hard time setting the young woman down.

It was hardly appropriate for him to keep a hold on her though so he set her down into a chair before finding a comfortable wall to stand against.  Out of the way and out of their minds.  Hopefully, this would get sorted out with minimal bloodshed.  he'd had quite enough excitement for one day.  For many days really.

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She poked at the fire, not feeling particularly helpful.  It hurt her heart to hear Saetan dismiss her so absolutely.  To think, just hours before she had been terrified of him and would have been loathe to think of him thinking well of her.  Truth be told she was still terrified of him but she liked him better than she had before.  With a sigh, she agreed that heading back would be the best course of action.  She wasn't sure how she was going to manage walking all of the way back.  Just as she was thinking this, a thin material settled around her shoulders and she smiled up at Sybl.  It seemed she did not need ask, the man lifted her as if she were no more trouble than a sack of wool.

The trip back was quiet for her.  She listened and mostly watched Dunny hop about in his happy way.  Worry squirmed in her stomach.  She had tried so hard to protect Faeril from being discovered and here they were leading the most dangerous man in all of Terrielle to her.  She hoped she could continue to keep her friend safe.  After being placed in a chair she ran a hand through her hair only to find it a horribly knotted mess.  She smirked before asking Thom to fetch her a mug of ale.  She was desperate for a bit of a pick me up after all that had happened.  A nap would be even better but there was no time for napping.