ReusableSword
SilverSpring
princess
Remram
Crusader Lord
Oso
Neziul
Dedonus
Tae
and
Brorin Foul
and
Azir
Silence and peace settled down upon the land, and Ruby let out a shuddering sigh of relief. They had made it. She was experimentally moving the small cooing ball of fire over to her shoulder when the shouting of panic and doom shattered the quiet.
She turned around in shock to see what had caused such fear, but before she could question much, it all became very evident when the ground under her shook with the impact of the ogre's landing. “Ach, you cursed numbskull of a creature!” she heard Brorin call as he slung away the still-smoking chains that had held their enemies’ amulet just moments before.
She stood there hesitantly for a moment, unsure if the warnings meant she should be running or if they had time. However, when she heard the whispered out pain, her tense body yielded. She couldn't just leave a wound like that, it would surely get infected, if not worse. They had enough time for her to do at least a little something.
Turning, she quickly approached the man who had fainted so easily at her voice. Not giving any explanation, she grabbed at Brorin’s bag and began rummaging through the goods she had seen him collecting on their path. To his slight dismay, and slightly greater confusion, he decided to oblige her. Kindness? his expression seemed to ask, in this group? What a strange soul, this girl. Inside the bag there were Dandelions, beetle shells, berries, and some odd coloured liquid. She shoved it all to the side as she went through his supplies before finally coming across some lavender.
Pulling it out with a triumphant smile, she abandoned the bag and the rattled man attached to it, muttering something about how he was going to use it for his pillowcase, before heading over to the large woman. Ruby hardly made it up to the ogre's waist, yet she still gestured to her chest with no fear or holding back in her actions. It took a while, but finally, Azir seemed to understand enough to pass her her flask of mystery liquid.
The ogre seemed quite confused about why the woman named Ruby was pointing at her chest. “You want drink?” She asked while raising an eyebrow. It took some time for her to finally get what Ruby wanted from her—reaching into her dirty cleavage to retrieve the flask and hand it over to Ruby.
Unscrewing the cap, Ruby sniffed before shaking her head slightly. Nodding to herself, she held her hand expectantly and looked toward the ogre's.
As the necromancers did their reanimations and binding, creating guides and servants, Ruby was hard at work crushing up the lavender in one hand before mixing it with the strong alcohol as she dressed the bad looking burn. Ruby really didn’t like the look of that symbol or how it branded the other woman’s flesh, but she could only do so much. So she cleaned as she could before finally finding a cleaner cloth free of blood and dirt before rebinding it up.
Handing the flask to Ruby while watching her curiously what she would do. Watching with a careful eye in case she tried to harm her. But it didn’t seem Ruby had any ill intentions and in fact, did something quite generous for her. Smiling, which showed off her gnarled and yellow teeth. This was something quite strange for her since no one had ever done something nice to her. The only other person she could think of was her mate. Most people would not want to look at her, let alone touch her.
“Thank you screaming wo-man. Me appreciate da help.” Using her large pinkie to gently rub the top of her head. Putting away the flask back between her chest she carried on what she was doing.
Work done, she held the flask back to the larger woman with a clumsy but warm smile. The gentle affection surprised her, but her awkward smile just widened before she flattened her hair back down. She had done what she could.
It was only then she heard the end of the conversation about where they should go. They had a choice, and she already could tell which one she would prefer. So, in an uncannily familiar voice, she spoke for the first time since she had met any of them and repeated Viktor's own words back to him, "Ricon's cache."