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Fey staggers into the tent, her eyes a bit glazed from that last blow to the head. Tottering a bit on her feet she tumbles into a chair and clutches her temples between her palms. "Lud, why is it I always find the sword users?"

*Cowered down away from Espy slightly, whimpering* I..I am sorry..
*Rushed over to Fey murmuring quietly as she gazed at her worriedly* Do you.. you need any help m..miss?

Blinking up at the...girl? in front of her Fey crosses and uncrosses her eyes. "Uhm, no...I'm fine...as long as you have two very furry ears and some bright blue hair.... If not, then I might need a healer, or a really stiff drink."

*The child smiled relaxed, sighing happily as her tail perked up but padded away checking through a cooler for some ice, as she blinked worriedly, wrapping some up in a towel and brought it to her, murmuring shyly* Y..you should still probably put this where you got h..hit..

Taking the towel she hesitated and finally placed it against the back of her head. "If I were to place this everywhere I've been struck today I'd have to be eyebrows deep in a vat of ice I'm afraid. War is no place for me I'm afraid, and yet here I am. But you've my thanks, this at least stops the drums that were sounding in my skull."

A strange looking girl came into the tent then, a little blood dripping from her cheek but somehow still having a slight smile on her face. Hearing Fey's request for a stiff drink, she sat down next to the girl and slid over a flask of amber liquid. "Here, you need this more than I do."

The child, seemingly about 12 just smiled broadly her tail wagging heavily as she wiggled, before curling into a tight ball the almost albino Feryxonis just hugged her slightly bruised body in to herself, eyes shutting tiredly* I..I'm glad

*Her eyes blinked open eyes going wide as she quickly skittered off her tail bouncing behind her as she scooped up some cleaner and a bandage, gently cleaning the other girl's cheek, before padding at it with the bandage, murring* H..here...

Giving a half smile, half grimmace, Fey took the offered flask and tipped it against her lips. The burn of the liquor traveled down her throat and formed a firey pool in her stomach. "That was needed, and most appreciated," she returned the flask. "Seems you are enjoying the fight, but this one," she gestured at the girl. "Methinks this war is asking too much if children are put on the front line."

She smiled at the small child, her ears twitching slightly. "Thanks much, hun."

She turned back to Fey and smiled. "You're welcome. The only reason I'm smiling is because my specialty is fist fighting and I've managed to get archers the past couple times." Blinking, she turned her gaze back to the odd child and her eyes widened. "Children? Aye, that is a bit much..."

*The girl peeked away shyly, her ears perked forward as she blinked back to them with big, jade eyes murring with a small pout, she just whispered* I am a mere Feryxonis slave.. I must do what I am asked... a..and.. I want to.. help..

"Oh I've more enjoyed smacking around the mages...blasted spell casters think they can hide in the battlements without repercussions." Moving the ice pack to another spot she winces, "Unfortunately, they often have swordsmen guarding them, and they're not as easy to get past." Fey's lips twisted at the word 'slave', that was one feature of this world, and war, she hated even more.

A slightly sadistic look appeared on the girl's face. "Ah yes, the mages think they're higher than the rest of us, until ya punch them in the nose." She looked down then. "Aye, the swordsman are a trip."

She smiled a little at the child. "That's very kind that you want to help, hun. However, I think it should be on your own regard rather than your... master asking you to."

A armored black horse trots into the area, it's rider geared in a similar look to her steed. The woman on the beasts back stayed silent as her eyes scanned the surroundings. She said not a word as the horse took a few more steps forward before stopping.

"Your about a worthless beast.. leading me to some place distant from the battlefield" She snapped at the horse, though the beast seemed to ignore it's rider's insult as it snorted once. Sighing she forced the warhorse forward, sure she could over hear chatter but she hardly paid it any mind as she searched with cold eyes for a sign of where her current location was.

He doesn't know I.. help.. r..rebels, t..tooo.. *murred quietly as she just slumped over on the floor, legs pulling up to her chest as the foxlike girl started to doze, her tail just wrapped up over herself, and she lightly hugged it*

The woman's ears laid back as she turned her head in the direction of the woman who'd neared the tent. "Blasted loyalists..." she thought. "The problem is between the saddle and the helmet, sweetie!" she yelled.

She blinked a few times. "Your master fights for the queen, eh... it's rather kind hearted that you'd like to help us rebels as well..."