Damien had lost a lot of blood, not even realizing that he had pretty much put the bulk of his weight on Thialgo who had began to help him stay on his feet some ways back. With what looked like the camp in sight, the loss of blood and exhaustion had finally made itself known. Damien's resolve was the only thing keeping him conscious as the gates to the camp swing open and a group of Sea Tigers came out. 

Front and center was Dr. Lua Tisari, an elven doctor who had graduated in the same class as Damien. She lead the Sea Tiger Medical Club, whose main focus was the research, development and advancement of fae medicine and medicinal practices. Like Windsor the scientist, Lua joined Damien in Central Forest when her job folded it's fae medicine division, her parents who were also prominent fae doctors had been arrested under suspicion of illegally practicing fae medicine at the hospital they worked at. The whole thing was in the papers at the time, it was a big deal since they had saved the mayor's son from a virus that had pretty much guaranteed his death, so they were prominent figures in the fae community and had helped start to bring people around on faes before the whole thing boiled over after Avan's death. Anyways, Lua had the hots for Damien, and she was a beautiful girl, but the timing of everything was off, what with Helen finally reappearing but with Ulrich and Liara growing impatient. Had Avan still been alive and if Damien had the chance to get over Helen, they could have had something special. They both know it would work were circumstances different, but they weren't and they were already so busy with their respective passions they only got the chance to see each other a few times a week.

Lua ran towards Thialgo and the near unconscious Damien, two large orc soldiers in tow. She had a veil with her, popping the cork off and throwing it aside, slipping the fluid in Damien's mouth. Damien breathed in and let out a loud, medically induced sneeze before passing out, his weight becoming too much for Thialgo the satyr as the orcs ran in and caught him, carrying him to the large clinic building in the camp, where they'd be able to treat his wound along with everyone else. Domerix refused help, visibly angry as he limped all the way to the building under his own power. 

Meanwhile, Alistar walked with Lua, discussing the severity of Damein's wound, Alistar explaining what had taken place. It would take about an hour to clean him up correctly and to patch him up without leaving a scar. Luckily her team and Alistar's runners had just come back from an ingredients run, finding plants and buying medicine from all over the city to bring back to her. Domerix sat down on a bench in the hallway, only pointing to Damien's room whenever someone stopped to help him, "Damien...help Damien first..." he would grunt. Everyone was exhausted, just relieved to be back on friendly soil. Lua and her nurses would begin work on Damien, a sharp scream being heard before they subdued him again.

Liara stood on the shore, looking out to the sea as the waves crashed at her feet. Damien approached her, staggering in an exhausted daze, he fell to her feet. Trying to get himself up, Damien felt her soft skinned foot press against his back, keeping him down as the waves rushed back in, the saltwater filling his mouth. His vision faded to black, listening to her inaudible whispers before passing out again. About an hour later, Damien's eyes slowly opened, his eyes being met with the clinic lights. Trying to get up, he looked down and saw the bandages that were wrapped around his torso, deep green paste could be seen under all of the gauze, explaining his numbness in the area. Lua stood in the corner, writing on her clipboard before setting it down and walking to Damien's bedside.

"If you wanted to see me all you had to do was say something." she spoke, giving his arm a playful squeeze.
"Well you're a hard person to get to these days, I had to do something." he joked back, smiling, feeling her hand run down his arm to his hand. His train of thought was broken by her leaning in and kissing him. It was a bittersweet moment, she was an amazing person and all that did was remind him of how the Sea Tigers inadvertently got in the way of them having something. Victims of circumstance, he reaped what he sowed on a daily basis, came with the territory. Damien rested for about another hour before getting back on his feet, stepping out into the courtyard and stretching, testing to see just how much his wound had healed. It was pretty much as good as new as he sat down and looked up at the canopy above him. Beams of sunlight had broken through the tall trees and Damien found himself relaxed, that was until Domerix joined him.

"D, someone's at the gates." he spoke, wasting no time in asking his leader if he was okay, or asking how he was feeling. Orcs worked that way.
"Any idea who it is?"
"No, but it's a palanquin with Ulrich's crest on it."

Damien discovered his limp as he made a b-line to the gates, Domerix letting out a particular whistle. Immediately, about a dozen orcs and large figured soldiers appeared out of different tents and buildings, taking their place behind Damien and Domerix. One orc approached from the weaponsmith, handing Damein his sword. Damien buckled it to his waistline before walking up to the scene that unfolded. It was Dirk, a strange elf that had an abnormal spiritual well and proved himself incapable during the initiation trials, he wasn't very dangerous on his own, but after the rejection he kinda snapped, making him a bit unpredictable. Next to him was Selene, Alistar's cousin. Selene was once on track to become a Sea Tiger, perhaps even one of Damien's captain had Ulrich not convinced her to join him. It was a shame, Damien respected her abilities and combat prowess, but that didn't stop him from not trusting her. He eyed her up and down before examining the palanquin. Ulrich had some fucking nerve showing up the way he did, at least he thought it was Ulrich.

"Interested in what? Taking these rejects back? He walked forward, looking back and forth between Dirk and Selene, "You guys aren't with us for a reason, so make your intentions known or leave." he spoke sternly, grabbing the hilt of his sword as he turned to face the palanquin, "And you, you've got some fucking nerve showing up after setting us up in the grotto today, just what exactly where you trying to prove, Ulrich?" he asked. His people were silent, this was a serious reunion unfolding before them. When Helen stepped out of the palanquin, Damein froze in disbelief. "So he's gonna try and kill me twice in one day? Your boyfriend sure has lost it, Helen." he finished. More Sea Tigers had made their way into the gateway, murmurs of Helen's appearance spread throughout like wildfire. Lua ran out, getting in between Damien and the palanquin, placing her hands on his bare chest, keeping him from stepping forward anymore.

"Damien, you've been through a lot today, now's not the time to be looking for a fight." she warned. Damien was silent, his stoic eyes still fixed on Helen. Lua placed her hand on his cheek, turning his head to face him, only to receive a cold star in return.
"On the contrary, doc, a fight's just what we need." Domerix barked, drawing his sword, the sound of swords being drawn ringing out as his soldiers armed themselves. "Now speak up, all of you, or we can end this right now."