Just a little bit of help.

[Itanya_Blade]

Normally, she would have just gone home and tried to slip past her husband after the fight. Tonight, however, she was curious and the excitement left over from the brief tussle eliminated the little bit of caution she had.

She stuck her head in the Edificium, still pressing her red sash to her nose. It was still bleeding and already the area around it was turning a dark purple. The healers there were like healers everywhere. They fussed, they clucked and they were generally annoying.

Itanya reacted as she always did. She snarled, growled and snapped until they finally gave her the small little balls of cotton she wanted. Once more she insisted that she did not want a healing, she almost drew her sword at the suggestion. And no, thank you, she did not want to stay. The Gods only knew what her husband would think if she did not come home before morning. Already the mage was growing concerned over her nightly disappearances.

Finally, having satisfied as best she could the healers' curiosity, she turned to go. That was when they asked her whom she had been fighting with. A fond grin crossed the warrior's bruised face. "He said his name was Tyralor." Itanya left before she could see or hear a reaction.

[Aeri`]

The elf blinked. Well this was knew. Another was on the other end of his fist instead of herself for once. Well the half breed was digging himself deeper. Hitting women seemed to be his past time of late. Poor Quincy, thought the elf. Well rather poor Tyralor if he ever did lift a finger against her.

A smirk made and she waved the woman off with a jar of healing sauve and bandages, compliments of herself. Call it a returned favor since the poor woman took blows from that arrogant half breed. The papers writen upon and filed away with words writen upon:

Seen woman for a possible broken nose.
Reason: She seemed to of met the end of Tyralor's fists.

[Itanya_Blade]

Itanya Blade stood in the morning sun outside the Rememdium Edificium. Normally, she would have waited until late in the evening to return to Myrken Wood. Things were not normal this morning and the large swollen purple lump on her face that was normally her nose was a large part of that.

Her husband had been just a tad bit more annoyed that she thought he would. Okay, she admitted only to herself, she had been underestimating his reaction by quite a bit. Itanya had not thought that the mage would have turned that shade of purple over a little bar brawl.

As much as she loved the man, sometimes he was far to concerned over a few exchanges of blows. Not every fight she got into would have world-shaking implications. But, no matter how much she tried to explain it to him, her husband was not going to let it go.

She had spent a miserable night alone once she had refused to tell him where she had been and who had hit her. She was furious at him, acting like she couln’t take care of herself. Gods! She had wanted the fight, had even gone looking for one that night. Tyralor just happened to oblige her.

Still grumbling, she returned the salve to the healer personally. Aeri was quiet and Itanya still was not sure exactly why. Still, she was married to Suede and it paid to be nice to healers in the end. Just like any town, it was sometimes difficult figure out what was going on. It was only worse when you didn’t live there.

She handed the jar back to the quiet healer with a smile. Itanya did not see Diesel’s niece around, though she had seen Suede carrying her out of the Broken Dagger last night. The swordswoman suspected she would not get much out of Aeri, mostly because the woman did not talk.

“Thanks and all, but I don’t really need it.”

[Aeri`]

The healing sauve was returned and she gave the woman an odd look. Well, most were rather stubborn here and the elf was not about to insist ones used such. A soft sigh made.

The quiet elf would not give out information to ones unless they asked., although some things were never given out.

Diesel's neice was looked upon for a moment. The girl was cute sleeping but a hellon when awake. She felt sorry for Diesel for the man had his hands full. Suede had placed the girl in a room far from Milia and Quincy's room thankfully.
She would not be in a very good mood come morning, but a herbal tea would be given to save her from then normal effects of drinking too much spirits.

[Itanya_Blade]

She trailed after the silent elven healer. It might have been rude, it was certainly uninvited, but Itanya was rather at odds with what to do with herself. It was far too early to head for the Broken Dagger and start drinking. The swordswoman was starting to realize that she had no idea how things worked in this town.

Maybe she should considering finding another tavern, but she would have to go back to drinking ale. No, she was going to keep coming to Myrkentown and the Broken Dagger. So, she was going to have to walk around town with the evidence of her brief brawl for a few days. It would not take more than that for the bruising and swelling to fade.

People might be curious on how quickly she recovered from the injury, but if she shadowed Aeri for a while they might chalk it up to her. So, Itanya followed Aeri around. Of course, she was also curious about the healer and about her husband. She rather liked Suede. He reminded her of a few other men she had liked in years past.

In essence, Itanya made a pest of herself while trying to be helpful. She did not talk much, mostly because she did not want to ask the wrong question. Being around the elf seemed to cause equal but opposite reactions in Itanya. On the one hand, the swordswoman seemed to trust the healer. At the same time, she seemed to grow more clumsy in her presence.