Erik nearly instinctively hissed at her, when she began to reach for his injured arm. He could apologize later, but he didn't want it bumped around more than it was going to be. He tensed, when she began grabbing for something else, but didn't protest, as they needed to get out of here, before their pursuers caught up with the current. With a lot of effort on her part, he felt like a lump of potatoes as they finally got him on her horse. He began to cling tight with his legs. A sack of potatoes couldn’t do that. "I'm surprised you found me."

As she turned the horse back to shore he moaned; his face portraying perfect delight. "Oh lovely." He had noticed when the horses hooves stopped touching the ground, as she had crossed over here. It meant there was more chance of the horse being swept away or his more specific fear him falling off. They were going to tire out this horse, and then they would never be able to escape if any of the bandits had horses on hand. However, after quick reflection, he didn't see any other way out of here.

He tried to update her of the situation, but it was hard to hear over the rushing water. "We're in trouble. I don't think I killed enough of them...or any of them at the moment. It may kill them if they go back and eat or drink." He blushed a little considering the results of his labor. This was a pitiful example of his work, and if she felt like telling everyone about his quality, nobody would take this little short man seriously again. "I didn't think to ask if the poison was still potent after being cooked, so it was harder than I thought to find supplies I could spike. Hopefully, they think I am a normal thief, so they won't be suspicious of their supplies. I should have burnt a toxic plant or something instead. I've heard that poison ivy when burnt can incapacitate," he sighed at an opportunity that might have been more effective although more dangerous for himself.

He considered admonishing her for looking back at him, because he could keep an eye on the bandits for them, if she kept her eyes on the road. However, he realized that if he fell off, he would appreciate her checking up on him before she got too far. "I really hope I don't have to fight with it or do anything that takes any skill." That was his way of telling her the condition of his arm. Blood was steadily flowing out, and he wondered if they should try a tourniquet. Becoming lightheaded and woozy wasn't an option. He put one arm around her waist. He struggled keep his arm steady and away from objects that could poke at it.

"Where is the little bugger?" he inquired into the health of his pony. He realized she might not know who he was talking about. "The pony with my supplies." He was pretty sure he could complete the job without all of his nice weapons he had packed and poisons that he might use, however, they would make it a lot easier.

"Why are we heading along the riverbank instead of disappearing into the woods?" He did have a lot of supplies on the little pony, but he would like to be out of sight of the archers. As he could already attest by waving his arm around, it was very possible that they could get hit. "I do believe you should stop once you consider us out of immediate danger and keep me on the horse. I need a tourniquet, so I don't faint and fall off from blood loss, but I don't think I would be able to get back on the horse."

Cursing under his breath was becoming a regular thing, as his thoughts concentrated on his arm. It was normally considered tougher by society than whining or crying. "I can't wait to deal with it." He couldn't keep the sarcasm out of his voice. It was his coping mechanism to deal with pain. "I could have broken the bone. I might get an infection later. I can't really tell in the dark." He was surprised when she managed to hand him a bottle. He was a little nervous to use it, as she seemed rather busy at the moment guiding their horse. What if she had grabbed the wrong bottle? He wasn't going to be worrying about her killing him for quite a while. Otherwise, she wouldn't have wasted her energy rescuing him. Perhaps it was a disguise to throw him off later on. However, worrying could slow the healing process, so he could postpone it.

"That's a nice concoction you have there. Will there be enough for during treatment? I can survive right now, but I will definitely want it to be numbed after we deal with this arrow. Besides if I have to fight, if numbing is anything like a body part being asleep I better not just in case I need to be able to be accurate." he was coming to the conclusion that the interrogation had rather been a waste of time. They might not have encountered this gang, if they had left immediately instead of him trying to thin their crowds. Now he might only hurt enough of them for the gang to be enraged.

“Oh dear.” He winced at his weak sounding exclamation. “No pony. If it isn’t taken by those bandits, it’ll end up back at the castle, and they’ll probably wonder if I’m still alive. I suppose they’ll be relieved that you are possibly still around to finish the job.” This soon at the job, and he wondered if they should go back and start over. He was injured, which would take a long time to heal, and his supplies were gone.

“No more ponies okay. It’s one thing if you have a creature that you are bonded with and has some loyalty to you or whatever it takes to become the master of a horse, but I don’t think we should be getting any more horses for me. Although maybe I should get over it, because we’ll move slower, and escape slower. If we were on foot, we could be sneakier and less conspicuous, but I doubt you’d just let your horse go.” His head was starting to feel foggy, and his sight was a little blury. He had said what had come to his mind instead of waiting to think if it was actually logical. "I think I had better stop talking." He mumbled. Hopefully, she knew how to deal with his wounds. Hopefully, he'd be aware enough to at least tell her what to do.

"Do you see a light over there?" He squinted into the darkness. "Or am I imagining it?" He was becoming disoriented. Depending on the direction, that could be a bandit torch or it might be a house. If they stopped for the night, the bandits could keep searching and find them. However, he didn't see himself going much farther. "I don't think anyone in their right mind would shelter someone with an arrow wound. I hope we don't have to damage it further and make it look like an animal injury." He started to close his eyes and became fully aware of a dull throb in time with the beat of his heart. It was a constant pain that he couldn't ignore, and he was disgusted by all of the blood that was dripping off his fingers. "Oh..right. That needs to be dealt with. Leaving a nice trail that anyone could follow."

(I may have gotten slightly carried away)

Azara wasn’t entirely pleased about being ordered around, but after all she wasn’t much of a healer, so the instruction was necessary. Least for the moment, she wasn’t eager to protest. She did find herself watching the farmer warily, knowing that the farmer was already not too eager to have them in his home. The short figure, whom the farmer likely assumed to be a child, listing off orders on how to treat his wounds was likely far from what he expected. She gave a small smile that she hoped would soothe whatever unease the farmer had, though her gaze quickly turned to one of warning up looking back at Erik. She doubted he’d care, but she didn’t need for them to be thrown out whilst he was still injured. Returning her expression to one of friendliness she turned away to look through what she’d brought, separating anything that he’d pointed out or could somewhat match what he wanted. She was glad she had actually brought more healing supplies than she’d expected to need, given it seemed she’d use them all at this rate.

“I’ve got catgut, a potion for pain, some salves to put on the wound after its sutured, a knife, a needle, and bandages. Probably can find something lying about for a splint.” Azara unsheathed her dagger and set it down with the rest of the supplies. The fact that he seemed to expect her to do the procedure didn’t do too well for her nerves, given she had very little experience in the area of healing. She forced herself to still appear indifferent to the ordeal, looking up at the farmer to gauge how eager he seemed to be to help. The farmer didn’t meet her gaze and disappeared into a different room, and from the sounds of clanking she assumed he’d chosen the role of cooking. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t surprised he was willing to do anything at all. “Seems I’ll be helping, and I don’t mind doing whatever is needed. Even if it's cutting the arrow out.”

She tried to rack her brain for anything at all that could help, or any sort of medical knowledge she had. All her experience was with making poisons, or at most some potions or salves for healing that she hardly ever used. They were always given to actual healers who actually knew what they were doing. She couldn’t suture, nor did she trust herself to be able to cut the arrow out without causing additional damage. Part of her was glad that he seemed to expect that neither could do exactly what he wanted, though she didn’t want to end up being useless. At least she could say she wasn’t squeamish around blood or wounds, though that didn’t really help her inexperience with the situation.

His question caught her by surprise, and she found herself unable to respond. She didn’t want to openly admit that she didn’t know how to help him, that her magic was pretty much useless. She managed a feeble smile, turning her head to look at him. “I’m afraid not. I could always try, but I fear I may be more likely to grow a tree out of your arm than do any healing.” She shouldn’t have bothered with an attempt at humor, knowing she was quite awful at it, but she didn’t want to be as blunt as usual. He seemed to be looking for hope, and she wished she could actually give him any. All she could think of were the negatives, of every way this could go wrong. There had to be some way she could be of use, no matter how miniscule. She couldn’t use magic, not without the risk of only making things worse. She had potions, but nothing could dislodge the arrow from his shoulder. There wasn’t really any way around that.

There were ways she could attempt to resolve the problem with magic, however they were all forbidden and she wasn’t exactly fond of them. Sacrificial magic, or blood magic as most called it in an attempt to forget the dark past behind it. For a wound like this it wouldn’t take much, perhaps a cut on her palm or a chicken. That tended to be why it was forbidden, it didn’t demand enough, and it was so easy for greed to take hold of anyone who practiced it enough. She didn’t want to consider the possibility of performing magic of that sort, given that if anyone found out she’d be lucky if she wasn’t beheaded. “Nothing permitted at least.” She added on the short sentence far too late, only as an afterthought as she found herself realizing that perhaps he could know something of magic and bring it up on his own.

She paused for a moment before speaking, eyes drifting to the saddlebags she’d hauled in. “I do have a potion that might speed up the healing, though I’m not certain it would work on something this major,” she spoke quickly, moving on from her previous train of thought to more logical solutions. “It is more of an experimental potion, the worst I’ve used it on is cuts from glass. There will be side effects, though the only one I am aware of is fatigue.” She was offering what hope she could, though she wasn’t quite sure why it mattered. If he died or wasn’t able to complete his task due to an injury, wasn’t that good for her? She could go home, back to her studies, and she wouldn’t have to deal with any of this.

Azara quickly left him to decide, picking up her knife and bringing it to the fireplace to heat it. She figured it was wise to not wait any longer than was necessary, especially with the risks at hand. She let the blade heat evenly, setting it down to cool once that part was done. Whilst waiting she pulled out the vial with the healing potion, making sure to check the label before setting it on the table. She did wish she’d brought stronger potions, but for whatever reason she hadn’t considered that one of them would get an injury of this degree. Though that was quite in the past, and instead she focused on what she could do now, which was doing what tasks he stated needed to be done prior to the removal of the arrow, as well as making sure she had what was needed for after doing so. As soon as she felt the knife was cooled she moved back to the fire and touched the blade, picking it up upon noting that it was at best slightly warm to the touch. Her eyes shifted to Erik, unsure whether either of them were ready.

She moved back towards him and picked up the bottle of pain medicine from where she’d placed it on the table, turning her focus back to him. “Ready? Or is there some alternate solution you have in mind?” The question was partially for him, partially for herself. She didn’t trust herself not to make his wound worse, and she doubted he trusted her to not take the chance and just kill him. He’d probably prefer to cut the arrow out himself if he’d been able to.

(really, really sorry for taking so long. Got wayy too much going on so I might be a bit slow, though I will try to respond quicker rather than taking over a month)

Erik wasn't thinking too much about how he might appear to someone else. He was mostly worried about the bandits coming along looking for someone who was injured. He wasn't the best with healing, but he had to learn something because of his profession. If he weren't able to care for himself, he might not make it. "Goody." He tried to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. It was a good thing that she had the materials he needed. There was no need for him to be acerbic. "Good." Erik grunted.

He wasn't too positive he would be able to control the knife well. He knew one of the best ways to ignore pain was to focus on something outside of it, however, he didn't feel like comforting Azara although he should want to keep her at peace so her hands didn't shake. Erik couldn't help smirking after the farmer left the room. It sounded like he was doing busy work to try to avoid the scene in here. He really hoped whoever ended up working on him didn't throw up in the middle of the procedure. He might scream. When he got the response to his question, he didn't see the humor. He saw it as a fact. When he could get some time to himself, he wanted to research and see how easy it would be to grow plants out of his body.

He nodded once, as she added an afterthought. It made sense. Most things worth having were hard to get, and most risky or dangerous things were banned and illegal. He wondered how well spells were monitored and how it worked, however, he didn't have the brain cells to remember those questions. His mind was fogging, and he was having a hard time concentrating. If he died, then he wouldn't have to worry about his uncompleted job, but she would. Perhaps if he died, she would regret not doing illegal things to save him. He had tried to make peace with dying. It hadn't worked. He mostly managed to avoid thinking about his own death, although plenty of dangerous wounds had been inflicted upon him.

"Being tired doesn't sound very good," he muttered. "I'm already tired. Wouldn't you still have to remove the arrow? How exactly does it work? How tired?" He was already going to have to shut down for rejuvenating sleep. "I think I'd prefer to use that potion as an emergency. You might need to move me, and I might not need a risky potion to survive." He hoped that his optimism wasn't without good reason. He supposed that even if she did know how to make potions, they weren't that easy and quick to make. "You may procede." He shrugged not having another solution and he wasn't sure how else to answer, because he doubted anyone could be ready for this.

Once he was through the surgery, he didn't care if anyone tried to kill him. He drifted off in a pain filled hazey sleep. He could hear what was going on around him, but he couldn't remember the significance of the noise. His eyes were closed, and he had dreams that intertwined with the noises from reality. It would make him very angry to go through that extra pain for it to be wasted by someone killing him now. If he had been able to think more logically perhaps he would have felt safer, because they had put work into his survival so they wouldn't want to finish him off now.

After a night full of restless, pain, tossing and turning, he woke up, and had no idea how long he had been out. He looked around for some water. His arm felt better, and he supposed that the potions were finally kicking in. "Ma'am," he called for her. He had enough sense that they shouldn't be bandying their names around, but he wasn't sure what to call her. "Has anyone come knocking?" He was sure that they would have left an obvious trail. Perhaps he should add sir so that the farmer would think he was addressing him instead. Perhaps the farmer would find it easier to swallow that he, Erik, is a kid.

He wanted to go find a place to relieve himself, but he wasn't sure if his head would let him or where he should go. If he thought he could be sneaky, he would go out and make sure that none of the bandits were looking for them. "How are you doing?" he asked Azara once she made her appearance. He was referencing anything that he should be concerned about, not just her own wellbeing. "When do you think we can get moving?" Perhaps he should answer that question himself. If they got privacy from the farmer, maybe they should consider sending Azara to find a place for them to hunker down. They shouldn't stay here for too much longer and impose on the farmer. He didn't seem to have much patience, which would make him more likely to report and complain about his guests. "I know it's not the best case scenario, but we could make some distance today. We wouldn't want to impose."

Luckily, it was just his arm. Technically, he only needed his legs to ride. He groaned a little inwardly, as he remembered that he would have to get on the horse. "I'll be back." He returned from relieving himself outside. Would Azara pack by herself, or would she expect him to help? He was also thinking about food. His arm was beginning to ache, and he wondered if the dressing needed to be changed again. He gently touched his arm and felt a sharp pang. Heat was seeping through, which did not bode well for his healing. "That was an interesting night huh?" he tried to sound light hearted, but it sounded more like a painfully obvious comment.

Azara was cautious throughout the procedure, overly aware of every way things could go wrong. Yet she managed to stay calm, for once relieved the sight of blood didn’t affect her too greatly. She was done quicker than she’d feared, and without any real issues, much to her relief. As he drifted off into sleep she moved him somewhere more comfortable, with some help, then set about cleaning up the area, not wanting to give their host any more reason to dislike them. Bloodstains were unlikely to earn the pair any more favor from the farmer. At this rate they were only making it more unlikely to be able to stay long enough for Erik to recover enough for them to leave without issue.

In an effort to make the farmer at least tolerate their presence better she assisted with tasks around the house whilst Erik slept, managing to get to a point where the farmer was more willing to engage in conversation. It was a conversation riddled with lies, from her end at least, but intentions were at least good. It didn’t last too long and the farmer retreated to his own quarters, leaving Azara to keep watch over Erik. She sat by the door, attempting to keep guard despite dozing off on several occasions. Some hours later the sun was up, and the mage was growing antsy.

When it was dark, she had little to worry about the bandits finding them. It was unlikely they would’ve been able to track the blood to them when they couldn’t see it, but now that it was day that was a different story. Still, bandits had a tendency to be a little dull, so she wouldn’t be surprised if they’d already given up. Afterall, what value would they see in killing a dwarf halfling, especially if tracking them risked revealing their camp? Her reasoning soothed her nerves and as the farmer was able to move about his land completing his morning tasks without issue, she decided there was no reason to worry.

She was somewhat surprised by Erik’s voice, figuring he’d have continued to sleep for some time longer. Or that he’d succumb to some complication of the injury, given she had little to no trust in her own surgical skill. “No one has,” she called back, finishing up her task before moving back into the room where Erik was. She was surprised he even asked how she was doing, though figured out quickly he was only trying to make sure nothing had happened. “Everything has been alright, though I believe I should be asking you that question instead.” She paused to glimpse at the door as the farmer passed through the room, knowing well that they were pushing the limits of the farmer's welcomeness, despite the efforts she’d made. “Soon, if you are well enough to do so. You are correct that we shouldn’t impose anymore than we already have.”

After he left she started to pack the items they needed to pack, not expecting Erik to do much as he was injured. She kept an eye on him after he returned, trying to assess the state he was in. It seemed the arm was bothering him, though she hadn’t expected it to be all good. Afterall, he’d been shot by an arrow and underwent surgery at the hand of someone with rather limited healing knowledge. They were lucky it hadn’t ended worse than it began. She did crack a small smile at his attempt at a lighthearted comment, the lack of sleep she was running on likely making it seem to have been a more successful attempt than it was. She’d probably find herself laughing at the most pathetic jokes at this rate. “Quite so. An interesting night, one of many more likely to come.”

She was reminded of the farmer's presence when he offered them a pair of rolls and small wedges of cheese, a rather welcome meal considering she hadn’t expected anything. “Thank you.” She was genuine in her thanks, offering the farmer a smile. He returned it before leaving, and Azara’s smile promptly disappeared once he was gone. She turned her attention back to Erik, still deciding whether he seemed to actually be recovering. “Eat. I will finish packing, then we should get going.” She stepped away and continued picking up any items that were left, though most had already been packed. She stopped upon going to return the pouch of vials into her saddlebag, glancing back over to Erik. “Do you need anything to help with the pain or anything else?”

She left shortly after to fetch her mare and check up on the creature, for she’d be hastily stashed in a shed and rather forgotten. The mare seemed alright, albeit slightly dejected from being ignored and not being untacked. She apologized to the mare, checking to make sure nothing was wrong. She led her around to the front of the cabin upon confirming that nothing was particularly wrong on that front, returning inside of the farmhouse to carry out the saddlebags. Usually she’d be one to be bothered by having to do all the work, yet given one of them was injured, she chose to let the issue go. She would’ve expected the same if she was the one injured, and it was best that she assumed he would want the same. Quickly she plucked up her own roll and tore off a chunk to eat, trying to assess whether they were ready to leave. She wanted to be off as quickly as possible, against lingering in the farmer’s residence any longer.

(apolgies for the wait again, I thought it had been less time since you posted than it actually has been. Doesn't feel like its been over a week xD)

Erik stared at the food and occasionally his eyes darted to the farmer or Azara. He didn't want to ask for it, but it looked good. He tried to look more respectful and grateful, because the farmer had smiled back at Azara, so he must be in a rather upbeat and generous mood. He had gotten over his annoyance at them barging in during the middle of the night. He tried to conceal his eager smile, after she gave him some food. Slowly, he took a bite crunching through the roll. He began to slow down as the food hit his stomach, and he felt slightly nauseated. He continued to nibble on his food, but he could see he wouldn't be finishing.

"I might need something for the pain if we get moving or if I try to sleep. I am okay though right now." The pain was burning. He hoped the heat didn't mean it was infected. He stuffed the remaining food in his clothing and staggered outside. He managed to take about five wobbly steps before resting for about thirty seconds before repeating the process. His head was lightheaded, which meant he should probably get a drink of water. He kept his injured arm stiffly by his side, while he patted the horse's side. He could see that as he wasn't able to use one of his arms to tie stuff in place, he wouldn't be much help with packing. It would be embarrassing to try to get it on and watch it fall off.

The horse's back came up somewhere past his eyes to the top of his head. He stared at the horse, realizing he might be able to get on as it was his arm that was injured. He wasn't sure if the horse was trained to lay down, let someone mount, and stand again with a load. That would stress the horse, but he also wouldn't be walking very far. He knew it was stupid to pretend like he would be able to walk a ways. He was sweating a little from managing to get over here. If she needed him to hold something light or help with a strap or something, he thought he might be able to help. Most of their belongings were on the heavy side. He decided not to mention that he wasn't able to finish his food. Stashing his food in his clothing might make him look like a hoarder.

"Is there anything I can do?" It was implied that she would have to scale it back to something he could manage. He reached his uninjured hand up to rub his temple. He was feeling uneasy being here so long. The longer they were here the more likely the farmer was to gossip about them to someone who they didn’t want to know about them. “What supplies do we have? Will we have to stock up somewhere?” He knew it wasn’t a good idea for him to travel for a long time. He needed time to heal, so that it would work properly. Assassins with bad arms could mean that his death would come sooner, or people would stop hiring him. Erik was fairly confident in his abilities even with his injured arm, but he would prefer not to have to test his limits. “Are we going to see how far we can get today?” He wished he had his pony. The pony would be easier to get on, although the horse would probably have a longer smoother gait.

He supposed they couldn’t ask the farmer if there was a healer around here or anywhere they could stay. It would probably draw a bit of attention from the farmer for him to leave the night after the procedure. “Do you know why the farmer seems to be in a good mood?”

He heard barking coming from the barn area. One large slavering dog came running out. Erik tensed leaning forward lightly, so that he would be ready to outmanuever the dog. He wasn’t the type to go around screaming, but he hated large dogs with a passion. They often gave him away, and he normally killed them without a second question. However, he didn’t have a weapon on him, and that wouldn’t go over well with their host. He knew that the dog would grab him by the leg before he managed to clamber out of reach.

He lifted his good arm over the back of the horse, and he made a pitiful little hop. He tried again, but the dog was getting close so he scrambled around to the other side as the snarling at his heels kept him going faster than his comfort level. With fear giving wings to his feet, he managed to jump and get his chest on the horse’s back. He clung on with one arm wincing as he felt a stab of pain through his injured arm. He started wiggling trying to get further on the horse and kept his legs up in the air. The horse shifted nervously, and he stopped for a moment trying not to fall off into the dog’s waiting jaws. He could feel the breath of the dog trying to bite his ankles. He finally managed to sit up right.

He started trying to crouch on the horse’s back. The horse skittered to one side and he toppled head over heels landing on his back knocking the breath out of him. He lay there on the opposite side of the horse away from the dog, struggling to breath. The farmer raced out wondering what the yelling was about. He knew that his dog was good at noticing the strange. He trusted his dogs to assess and dislike the unknown. "What is going on out here?"

(Time passes by so fast. O.o)

Azara’s attention seemed to constantly shift between the two males, though what attention she offered was rather limited as she worked on packing what supplies they had and making note of what they would need. “I have some tonics for the pain, but will need to buy more or find a way to make more soon enough. Hadn’t quite planned for an injury of that scale.” She was somewhat muttering by the end, counting what they had and debating how long they could go without purchasing supplies.

She shifted around Erik as he stared at the horse, figuring he was debating how to get on. It was a debate she was having as well, given the horse was a fair bit taller than his pony had been, and certainly taller than he was. Perhaps she’d have to boost him up someway or find a stool for him to stand on. Though she wasn’t sure how fond he would be of those options, anything seemed better than struggling to get on a horse and potentially embarrassing oneself. At his offer to help she paused her actions for a moment, thinking over what would be the best idea. “Perhaps you could check the straps? Just make sure everything is secured and not going to fall off the horse.”

She figured it would be an easy enough task, given she was already relatively certain everything was secured. As he started his own task she continued checking the bags and looking to see what they did have and what they didn’t, taking a minute to respond to his questions to think of an answer. “Definitely going to have to restock. I’ve got enough to last us maybe a week or two if it's strictly rationed, but with your injury it's a bit more complicated. As for how far we’ll travel, I would like to see how far we can get but supplies take priority.”

“He’s probably in a good mood because were leaving. Or maybe its the gold, who knows. I’d rather not stick around and find out.” She stepped away to grab the last item, pausing at the sound of barking and staying still as a large dog ran past. It seemed intent on going after Erik and she wasn’t quite sure what to do in that instance, given the dog seemed like a threat and her horse seemed likely to kick someone. “I wouldn’t-” she started as Erik went to crouch on the horse's back, but didn’t get to finish as he fell before she could. With the dogs attention on the horse now, and the mare seeming likely to either stomp on the assassins head or the dogs, she moved to grab the dog by the neck and yank it away. The creature went to bite her and she yanked her hand away, yelling at it to shoo. It jumped back as she kicked at it and tried to calm her horse, hearing the farmer’s yelling not a moment later.

“Your dog attacked both my horse and my companion.” From her voice it was clear she was pissed, though she attempted to hide it in a less than successful manner. “Would you mind calling it off? We are simply trying to leave.” The farmer didn’t seem particularly keen to abide by her request, perhaps thinking of some way to get something out of the situation. Yet in the end he whistled his dog away, and she attempted to calm her horse enough that it wouldn’t kick the assassin the moment he sat up. The farmer’s gaze remained on them, clearly suspicious of them once again, but she wasn’t particularly keen on entertaining him.

“Are you alright? Do you need anything?” She asked the assassin, looking down where he lay. It was clear the fall had hurt, though she was hesitant to do anything if he didn’t want anything done. She offered him her hand to get up, keeping her attention partially on the dog in case it came at them again.

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Hi there! Its been quite some time since I last posted, which is completely my fault. Life got crazy and I lost all motivation, and its pretty much just returned. I would like to try and revive this if I can, though I understand if its too late. It has been quite awhile since the last post. Just let me know if you want to continue, whether thats through a reply or a pm, either works :D