The three remaining Orphans lingered close by. Roran was still baffled by the prospect of her managing to heal the disgusting mess on Rannor's arm. Although he felt the ignorance of his previous actions weighing heavy on his shoulders as his superiors stood around. He waited and waited, watching Ysabel with cautious eyes. She would be one hell of a healer if she managed it. He'd even call it a miracle if the Gods were still around. There was no chance Tyhme or Mirelda would watch over Rannor tonight. 

As Ysabel started to work, Roran disappeared out of the rook and sat in the snow, attempting to relax. Gilly had dashed to Rannor's side as soon as help had been summoned. Howan however had taken to trying to sleep. The elders were quietly talking, making a meal out of sourdough from the keep. Roran glanced inside occasionally, immediately looking back whenever Greymount glanced his way. He didn't need to have summoned them here for this. They could have dealt with Rannor themselves, although casualties would hVe been much greater. He could feel the resentment from some of the men who busied themselves with rest or chatter. 

Howan soon took up watch and tended to the horses. The snow was starting once more, yet its flakes seemed to slow as the storm eased. No one took notice. Gilly had chosen to stay by Ysabel and Derrin, trying to keep Rannor still. He would ocassionally speak out, calling his brother an idiot for struggling. Roran had shifted his position to a pace back and forth in front of the rook. He needed Rannor to be okay, to survive. His mind flicked over things, trying to work out what would happen if his friend died. Three wasnt a good number to continue a watch over the pass. 

Gilly lifted Rannor's head, looking up at Ysabel with bewilderment, worry and confusion. He'd kill her himself if Rannor didn't survive. The man spluttered for a second so Gilly lifted his head further, holding it steady. He slipped a hand under his shoulders to lift his torso, making it easier to drink. He was surprised when the colour of Rannor's skin changed, redness and life returning. He laughed with amazement and lowered Rannor's head back down. Upon orders, he shifted positions and began to twist a clean bandage around his arm.

Others hurried round to see the end result, each glad and surprised. Roran shared the joy for a moment before glancing towards Ysabel. Her reaction wasn't what he'd expected. He could hear Gilly retro the situation with the amazement and excitement of a child. Roran's brain ticked slowly, connecting vague loose ends until a story clicked in his mind. 
"No.." He mouthed, watching Ysabel for a moment. Outside, the storm had stopped completely, the skies were clear and the stars seemed to shine. Roran walked towards Ysabel for a moment, stopping outside the cave. He noticed the sky soon enough and swallowed slowly. It was unnatural a for a storm of that strength to die down so quickly.