*Whimpered as she awoke with a start, shakingly she crawled up into Fey;s lap, burying in tightly as she drifted to sleep, she just smiled weakly*

Giving a start as she suddenly finds her lap full Fey shifts cautiously and gives a sad smile. "For ones such as these I have to believe we'll prevail...and part of me wishes I was strong enough to go right into the castle and takes the queen's heart myself."

Blouses re-entered the tavern he had been in a day earlier. He had snuck out as quickly and quietly as he could. But with each fight he grew more tired and he needed a place to rest.

She looked down and sighed. "Indeed, we must for the sake of these children... They don't deserve a life like this, and that... bitch we call a queen should never have set foot in that palace.

Dema noticed Blouses and half-smiled. "Hello there."

A sudden rush of movement heralded the arrival of another, Fey didn't recognize him, but filed away his face. Friend or foe it was good to have mental notes. "Indeed, it was a black day she ascended."

*blinked her eyes open slightly as she nuzzled into Fey waving a small hand towards the newcomer, smiling lightly as she murmured* I.. hope you are feeling okay..? if..if you need anything just ask and I shall.. help.. *leaned her head back against Fey as she yawned widely, tail stretching out*

"If not for her... the people of Quesaria might have had a chance at being free..."

Resting a hand on the girl Fey gave the newcomer a hard look, "If you need anything you'll do well to get it yourself, she shall not be moving until she has rested." Damn the rules, and damn the neutrality, she would not let this girl be worked to an early grave. "The people still have a chance, though slim it might be."

Blouses moved forward. He heard the talk of rebels, badmouthing his 'precious' queen. "Long live the queen." He said, with a sly smile as he moved toward them.

"Slim is better than nothing I suppose, however, how hard will it be to take that chance? All we can do is hope and fight our hardest."

She rolled her eyes at Blouses. Screw the Loyalists, but it was best to hold her tongue while she was here.

Giving the approaching loyalist an arch look Fey ignored him. As long as he made no demands on the beleaguered help she had no quarrel with him this night. "The worst will be when they are free, how will they handle that? An enslaved man often does not know how to care for himself when given the chance."

"It's definitely an interesting question, but... hopefully our leader has some sort of plan for the if we do w- No... when we win."

"We'll see, that will be the act to measure their worth against. For if we are no better than what we fought against it was a pointless war."

*Smiled lightly kneading just slightly on her arm before curling in tight to her, biting her lip and then stretched out, squeaking in surprise pain, confused to her stiff muscles as she frowned*

Her hands moving cautiously Fey felt out the knotted muscles and lightly kneaded them. Signs of the work the girl did day in and day out evident. "Hush, don't tense up, it will only hurt more."

*She whimpered letting her body go limp as her ears flattened back, murring quietly as she squeaked* TH..this hurts worse than... well when master used me for experiments..