Freya sighed, wiping some blood off her face. Even though she did get hurt that had been at her right arm, not her head, and the blood she was wiping off was definitely not hers. It belonged to one of the many guards and assassins she and Harol had to deal with just a moment.ago, though she couldn't remember which one.

"Well, at least that's taken care of now.." She said, leaning against the bridge made of stone where the battle had taken place, catching her breath again. She took a moment to look at her wound. It was a deep, long, vertical cut running down her right arm, and it looked anything but pleasant.

"You probably don't have any bandage with you, do you?" Freya asked, looking at Harol. If not she would have to tear off a piece of her shirt or cloak, which was a thought Freya wasn't very fond of. She liked her clothing and they were in a good condition, except for the few blood stains that were now on it, and she hated to ruin her outfit by tearing off a piece of her shirt.