Lola paused, hearing a grunt from behind her.

"Sounds like my second patient has finally risen," The red-head switched sides, and approched the noblemen. "Evening, Milord. I'm the village healer, Lola Karell."

She saw his movements, and gently put a hand to his chest. "I wouldn't be so eager, were I you sir. Your wounds will reopen if you don't give them ample time to repair themselves."

It was around this time that Miranda was finally coming too as well. She groaned, and shifted to the left, immediately hissing from the pain. "Ah...what hit me."

"Miranda!" Hilde came over. "Don't get up, the healer just bandaged your wounds."

"Odd occurrence, I must say," Lola said, wetting a rag. "The both of you seem to have suffered the exact same injuries. Not uncommon, but curious all the same."

Lola went back to the noble, wet clothe in hand. "Now milord, I must insist you lay back," she said. "You're mildly feverish, and I need to cool your head."