((I may have perfect idea for Marran.))

Marran looked up as she saw the men return to the camp, with them she saw a woman she new all to well, a woman she saw as a cousin. "Rubin?!"

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

The guard who'd been put in charge of Marran grabbed her shoulder at this, keeping her from moving. "Silence," he instructed firmly.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

"I've been better." Tomos murmured, forcing a pained smile onto his face. "Can't say I've been worse. This is rather..."He tired to find a word to describe the situation. "...bad." He decided on. His wounds- deep slice through his right bicept and a shallower, longer cut on his lower abdomen-throbbed. If he didn't get his wounds bound he would bleed to death. "I might need a bit of help." he mused out loud. "Good to see you though. You look well."

Lilith fluttered behind Waverly, wringing her hands nervously as the first of the group returned. She unconsiously released her breath that she hadn't realized was being held as she saw her brother's curly mop of hair and lopsided grin over the rest of the group, "Ronin!" She shouted happily.

Ronin grinned and nodded to his sister and watched as she brushed unceromoniously past Haven. He wished that she would not have gone near him, the man was in a bad mood already, and brushing him off was a signal of disrespect. Ronin could only hope that Haven would not take offense and that his focus would remain on the the newcomers.

The sprite like woman flitted about he and Keith, her lips pursed together unhappily seeing their state. "You two go sit, now. You will take a bit of time to properly fix you up Master Keith," she said giving him another once over.

Ronin helped Keith over to a chair, while Lilith pushed her way through the group so she could get her medicine kit.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

"I happened to have gotten off easy in that fight, I guess," Rose said, helping Tomos back to the hide-out. "Stay here, I'll get some bandages... and thread. It looks like you need stitched up." With that she ran off into the heart of the base. Soon she came back with a bowl of water, a clean cloth, some bandages, and needle and thread.

"I can help you, unless you think you can dress your wounds yourself. Everyone else seems to be busy cleaning up the banquet..."

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Haven gave Lilith a look, but surprisingly didn't say anything. After all, it was in bad taste to snap at someone who's services you required. The gouge in his side, though not fatally deep, had dyed his tunic a crimson red, a morbid red flower blossoming on his ribs. His face grimaced at the pain.

"You're bleeding badly," Waverly noted, alarmed.

He patted her hand subduing her. "Nothing Lilith can't handle. Isn't that right, hm?"

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Lilith nodded and took stock of Keith's wounds first, there was quite a bit of blood, but it looked as though the wound would be well off if she stitched and bound it. The small woman worked quickly, her deft hands moving unerringly as she worked the needle through the skin. She finished it off nicely, and wrapped clean linen cloths about the wound. "Don't forget to change that twice a day. And let me look at it! It won't do to have you getting an infection," she said sternly, shaking her finger in the man's face.

Standing she moved onto Haven. She kneeled down and inspected it with critical brown eyes. The wound was not as deep as Keith's, but it was in an awkward place to stitch.

She chuckled hearing the reassuring comment to Waverly, "Your cousin shall find himself in very good health after I am done, Miss Waverly. Worry not."

"Master Haven, please lay on the table, it shall provide a better spot for me to see where I am stitching," she said over her shoulder as she moved a few items to empty a table.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Waverly smiled warmly at the woman. "Thank you Lilith... Oh come now, Haven, don't give me that look!"

It was quite indeed 'a look', his eyes narrowed to pale blue slits, his brow knitted and mouth tight, for if there was one thing Haven hated, it was a bruised ego. He'd taken care of himself since he was 10 years old and utterly despised being patronized in such a way. Yet, it couldn't really be avoided; his wound needed doctoring.

So, he reluctantly left the girl he was guarding in the care of the other men and pulled off his bloodied tunic, the wound a red mouth marring his pale skin, and eased himelf onto the table.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Lilith giggle behind her hand and then turned it into a cough, straightening her demeanor. Ronin simply rolled his eyes, he would not put it past his sister to try and humble the man with her subtle persuasions. Lilith was clever as they come, and she was a master of subtle deception, it was often difficult to tell what her real goal was, so it was best not to argue because the need might be very real.

She dabbed the wound with a clean cloth that she had soaked in warm water before she started her stitching. The blonde looked over the gash once more, placing stitches in her mind, so that the wound would heal quickly and with minimal damag to the tissue. Lilith nodded to herself, apparently done with her assesment.

"Alright, Master Haven, here we go," she said simply, inserting the needle into the skin, beginning the task quickly.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Haven didn't even bat an eyelash, let alone wince as she prodded him with that blasted needle. He felt more than a bit awkward lying on his back on the table, like a turtle that'd been rolled over. Not knowing where to keep his gaze, he glanced around a moment, then settled on watching her work. His eyes assessed her, as if he actually knew about such things.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

"Don't think I could move if I wanted to." Tomos muttered as Rose ran off for supplies. "And I don't really want to either." he added to himself. Rose wasn't gone long. She came back fully prepared.
"I can help you, unless you think you can dress your wounds yourself. Everyone else seems to be busy cleaning up the banquet..." She said.

"I might need a bit of help." Tomos noted, looking at his gimp arm. "No, make that a lot of help."

Lilith's fingers moved nimbly as she finished off the last of the stitches and tied off the wound with a clean knot. She ran a finger over her work checking for any problems in the stiching. Finding none she nodded and handed the man a few clean bandages with a polite nod, "There you are, sir. All done. You will need to change the dressing at least twice a day as well. If you notice anything wrong, please, inform me," she gave a kind, but distant smile and then nodded to Waverly. "You may have your cousin back, Miss Waverly."

The woman was satisfied with a job well done and decided it was time for her to sink back into the background. It was an odd habit of her's, to show up when she was needed and then fade out of the scene. It was not that she didn't like the others, she just found it hard to relate to them.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Haven thanked her with an utter honesty in his eyes, but grabbed her arm lightly before she departed. "One of my men has been wounded badly and is need of your service," he requested, then looked about. "Where is Tomos?"

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Lilith nodded and managed to disengage her arm from his grasp. She sighed, it was going to be a longer night than she had expected, with that thought she untied the scarf at her waist and tied it in her hair so that it stayed away from her eyes.

"Yes, I'd be happy to assist, sir. As soon as you find Tomos please lead me to him," she responded politely as she picked up extra thread and bandages, re-packing them so that she could use them on the next man.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Keith muttered something about 'others that may go first as well' but he found himself being pushed on a stool decidedly by Ronin so Lilith could fix him. He had to lower his trousers for the wound was high up his leg and regretted that this had to be such a public display for he didn't feel comfortable sitting in his undergarment with so many people, especially women around. Now and then Keith had to bite his lip not to swear as Lilith merciless continued to sow his skin back together.

Don't forget to change that twice a day. And let me look at it! It won't do to have you getting an infection," the woman said after finishing her job. Keith thanked her and promised her to think about it. Limping somewhat outside the circle of people he cast a glance at Waverly. He wondered how she would feel as she found out that Rose did participate in the whole event. How he wished she wouldn't find out..

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

She nodded, and sat down next to him. Tentatively, Rose pulled up Tomos's sleeve past the wound on his bicept. With the warm water and cloth, she cleaned it, then started stitching. Of the little things she knew about healing and herbs, stitching was the thing she was best at, having had to sew her own wounds many times, and that of her father and brother.

"Tomos," she said hesitantly, in the middle of bandaging the wound. "I have a question I want to ask you."

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08