Marran looked at Lilith. "Miss, I am sorry to have to jump in like this, but I was tolf my ankle would be looked at. I twisted it harshly just befor being found."

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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)

"Yeah, that makes sence, thanks, Tomos," she said, taking the cloth away from her face when he told her she was missing spots. Rose watched as he diddped the last of the clean rrags in the water bowl and rung it out.
"It is hard," she had to agree, since it was the truth. Rose remained still, a slight redness coming to her cheeks...

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Ronin roared with laughter at the man's response. He did not think his sister would actually succeed in scaring the man into submission. Haven would not be pleased that his guard was so easily intimidated.

Lilith blinked, "Really?" She questioned, obviously surpised by the easy aquiescence. After a moment she coughed and nodded, "Yes, of course. Very well..." she sighed and happily turned the girl, glad that she had stepped into what had become an awkward conversation.

"Yes, yes," she responded kindly. "Just a moment, I need to get my things to wrap it." She turned on her heel and scurried off to get her medicine bag, her confidence now drained and hoping that Haven was still occupied with his cousin. She did not believe she had enough bravery left to stand up to the volatile leader of the Shadin.

She returned to Marran, and smiled kindly. "Let me see your ankle," she said while kneeling in front of her newest patient. Carefully she examind the injured extremity, and nodded, "Mhm...Here we are," she said, pointing out a bruising spot on the left side.

"It shall just need a tight wrapping," she said with a knowing nod. Removing more clean cloths from her bag she started wrapping it.

"Keep it on during the day and at night for a week. We may move you to just day later on, but it will do for now," she continued. Lilith looked down at her handiwork carefully and nodded, satisfied. "You are ready to go, but be careful if you overwork it then it will re-injure."

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Marran smiled, something about Lililth rememinded her of her mother, before she had become ill and died. "Thank you very much. she said and a smiled, although it was sad, she had not thought of her mother in years, and now she was the last of her family, blood family that is.

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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)

Waverly wrenched herself from Haven's grip as soon as they'd left the main hall and went out into the dim corridor. The angry buzzing of their quarrel could be heard, though the words were not decipherable...

"How dare you?" she shouted at him.

Her cousin's blue eyes went wide, shocked that she would burst at him in such a way. "Show some gratitude, I was only trying to protect you, Wave."

"Don't call me that!" She backed away from him angrily as he tried to place a comforting hand on her shoulder. Her temper was broiling at him and she would hardly stand to let him soothe it over with nicknames. "You take everything from me...."

Haven's brows arched a little, almost seeming hurt. "I'm only trying to protect you. It's all I've ever done. I won't have you fighting alongside my men, no. That simply wouldn't do. I can't allow you to go to war with us. Or..." He faltered, his lips tensing, eyes shifting back the way they'd come. "You aught to stay away from Keith. He's trouble."

"Trouble?!"

Haven scowled at her doubtful tone. "That traitor tried to upstage me! To suggest that I allow you to be put in harms way.....!" His icy blue eyes squinted slightly in troubled thought. "Something will have to be done about him," he murmured, as if forgetting that Waverly were right there listening.

"Don't you touch him!! He did naught but bruise your fat ego, Haven Maverick." Waverly scowled at him. "I'll not have you controlling me like a child. You can't keep me trapped here for the rest of my life like some plaything kept on a shelf. You're leadership will be your ruin, dear cousin, if you do not put those who are loyal to you before your own desires. Or would you rather become like that bloody tyrant - "

Haven's temper swelled and his hand slapped her across the face, leaving an angry red mark on her cheek. Tears sprang into Waverly's eyes as she stared at her cousin, who's face had suddenly softened, as though horrified and confused by what he had just done.

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

Ronin tried to cover up the angry words filtering into the common area with jokes and laughter. He was relatively successful and got several of the men to stand and sing while another played the lute. The room of outlaws was soon alight with happiness and twirling as people joined in the throng and danced to the impromptu music.

The man took it upon himself to go an check on the two quarreling cousins. He eased himself over to the hall where they were standing. He coughed to bring attention to himself, "Haven," he started cautiously, "the men cannot see you two fighting. And you're being awefully loud in here."

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Haven didn't even answer right away. He stood staring at his hands, then at Waverly, who's eyes where smarting with tears after he'd hit her. She was crying... dammit...
"Give us a moment, Ronin," he requested in a level tone, seeming almost lost.
"Have your moment," Waverly choked. "I won't be in it. Goodnight, cousin." She brushed past him and down the hall.

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

Keith slumped back in his seat, his smile slowly fading from his face. Haven had changed, so it seemed. His eyes were filled with anger as he'd come to fetch his cousin. What had changed?
He gladly accepted the goblet of wine someone offered him. Actually he shouldn't have accepted. Alcohol changed his temper, made him say things he would usually have kept for himself. But for now Keith just wanted to drink and enjoy the cloudy state of mind.

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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.

Waverly stopped only once she was well away from Haven and Ronin, down a different hallway, and slumped against the wall, crying against her knees. Her face smarted where he'd hit her, but it was nothing in comparison to the ache in her heart. What was wrong with him? It was almost as though something in Haven Maverick had snapped, like a rubber band wound too tight.

Images came to mind of long summer afternoons spent playing out in the tall grass of her father's field with Haven when they were children. Things were so much simpler then... She smiled slightly at the thought, though it only made the tears come harder. She hugged her knees, having no other sense of comfort.

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

Carefully Tomos dabbed the blood of Rose's cheek and cleaned the cut. Even in the dim light he could see a blush rise on her cheeks. He felt the same hotness in his own face. Well, this was akward. Tomos forced himself to say something, anything to relieve a bit of the tension he felt, but no words were coming out of his mouth. He cleaned away the last of the blood on her face trying desperatly not to seem flustered. "That should do it." He remarked, putting down the cloth. "I think you'll have a pretty little wound for a while though."

Rose nodded slowely as she said. "Yeah, probably."

She ran a finger over the length of the cut, then slowly stood.
"Again, thank you. For everything. I should get going. Still have a few thinks to do before I go to bed," she mumbled half-heartedly...

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"Would you mind helping me?" He asked. "I might need a lick of support." Tomos knew his limitations, and walking a good distance through rough terrain in the night while being drained of a good portion of his blood was not included. Surprisingly enough he managed to hoist himself upright and then struggle onto his legs, where upon he felt of staggering wave of nausea. His legs buckled and he fell into a tree. As he hit the trunk and fell to his knees pain washed over his body, and he retched up what was left of his lunch. Shaking with fatigue and weakness he looked at Rose. "I completely and utterly ment to do that." He said weakly, with as much of a smile as he could muster. "Now if you could just leave me here to die, I would be much obliged."

Rose went back to his side as he staggered, and feel to his knees. She shook her head, a supprised and almost fearfull expression on her face.
"Easy! I won't leave you to die," she said, a smile flickering her lips. "I'll help you. Try standing again if you can."

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"Thank you." Tomos said as he swung his good arm over her shoulder. He pulled himself up, this time slowly. His wounds protested and the darkness of unconciousness clouded his vision, but the wave of nausia that came with it was bareable and his weak legs held. He tried to take as much of his own weight as he could, be he still had to rely heavily on Rose for support. It was awkward going. He was over six feet tall and had to stoop to lean on Rose. Still, she seemed able to support his weight. "I think I'm doing alright." He gasped. He took a tentative step forward, managing to remain upright the entire time.

((Euraina, if Rose is actually around six feet tall, just tell me and I'll change my post))

(no, Rose is like... maybe between 5'3" and 5'6")

Rose stayed next to Tomos, helping him stand again, then putting her arm around his waste, and with the other hand, held his arm to help support him. The cut on her leg started to sting with all the weight, and so did the small one on her sholdier blade, but she didn't let it show. Instead she worried about Tomos.
"Yeah, for the blood you've lost. How far is your place again?" she said...

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Rubin sighed, struggling to not fall asleep where she was standing. "Marran? Whatever are you doing here?"

{OOC//...Blech...writer's block.}

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and I'm still a dreamer, a believer
I've lost my faith in so many things but I still believe in You