Eton approached shocked at the boys physical condition. He shouldn't be alive, let alone able to get up and draw a weapon. The boy looked around and then finally gave in and feel to one knee, his blade barely keeping him up. He was breathing heavily yet and coughed blood. "So.....What....will you do....have you come for me? Like the others?" He asked coughing.

Revan looked at barbas.

"I talk of reinforced leather. Strong and durable, but felxible and not nearly as heavy as plate. It will suit your needs." Revan said. "Now rest up, tommorow you will need to be in peak condition, or you may end up dying."

Serene turned her head, she couldn't hold it in much longer. "I need to get away from this sight...it's reminding me too much of what happened..." she thought. She started walking away, with her Pegasus following her. She went to a tree and sat next to it, and started to cry a little.

Barbas shrugged, as he left, heading towards the Inn. He walked into the Inn, looking around the inside. He took a mental note of his surroundings. End up dying. He thought, laughing in his mind. I'll do no such thing.

She silently scoffed as the knight went to go cry, knowing not of her past. The shaman knelt over near the wounded boy. "Hold still.." She'd say as she opened up her pouch and let the dark green herb mixture free; "It has some bloodclotting and regenerative properties..try not to move, this may sting.." with her free hand she'd dip her index and middle fingers to the substance, before then pressing them to the large gash across his exposed abdomen, slowly starting to coat it some. Face stern as she attempted to apply.

The boy seemed to be confused. Why was this women helping him. He looked up and recognized her for a moment his eyes widened but then he hid it, he wasn't sure if she saw or not.

"Why?" He asked simply.

Eton approached.

"Kid, you have a hole in your gut." Eton said. "We can't leave you to die here."

Serene got up from where she was sitting. She was still slightly crying, but decided to suck it up. "I can't let myself be overcome by emotions that relate to my past. I need to stop thinking about this stuff." she said, sniffing and walking back to the main group. "Seeing that wound...the way it was...my mother was killed the same way..." she thought to herself

Her fingers smeared with blood as she attempted to apply the ointment, dipping her fingers into her various herbs yet again to scoop some more; rubbing it across the large gash, intent into her works, she hadn't realized the stare he had given her. Simply trying her best to mend the deep cut, and nothing more.

The boy looked away from her and tried to maintain a emotionless face. He recognized her face and she didn't recognize him, he knew it was for the better and yet he felt a sense of guilt. The red haired one as well. He recognized him all too well. He remained quiet, still breathing heavily.

"Why, you....don't even know me...so why show this...kindness?" He asked.

Tania stepped forward "True kindness is when someone does something kind for someone they may not even know, or even like. It is good to help those who are in need, and you are definitely in need" She said, watching the barbarian girl smear some ointment onto the wounds.

Rana watched the boy carefully. Again he felt something strange about this boy... Rana closed his eyes and thought to himself. It was odd, finding this group. The encounter with the knight had been striking; Rana hadn't felt something like it before. The knight had been chaos... Rana had looked at him and seen nothing, but now this boy was here who was the opposite of nothing. Rana twitched. An image flashed into his head. There was mud, fire, and dead bodies, all piled on top of each other and covered by a blanket of barbs. There was a child wriggling, with barbed wire binding his entire body and coming from his mouth. Rana recoiled mentally and opened his eyes. It was the boy's mind.
Rana would stay. He wasn't sure why, because the two images frightened him, but he would. The girl who had helped him was at least nice.

((OK OK OK, so the boy is-- *Gets shot by Ninja*))

Serene finally got back to the group. "Hey, everyone...what's going on?" she asked them. She tried to smile at them, but it was a weak smile, and her eyes were still a little misty, showing that she wasn't truly done crying, but instead tried to hold it in. Slowly, teardrops came down her face, which she didn't notice, as she kept smiling.

The boy grumbled as he heard Tania's words. He didn't want such kindness, he hardly deserved it. Eton saw Serene and began to approach her.

"You going to be alright?" Eton asked her. He knew she clealy was upset. Perhaps a bad memory was brought up by this.

Serene turned to Eton, she stopped smiling "I don't know...the wound the boy had...reminded me of something..." she slowly told him. "I'd probably feel better if I could tell someone about it, I don't like keeping things to myself all the time." she looked in Eton's eyes "Would you...listen to me if I told you it?" she asked him sincerely

"Of course." Eton replied and then looked at the boy. That wound looked beyond lethal, He knew not how he survived it. He then looked back at Serene.

"Would you like to get away from the rest of the group, since I don't think you want everyone hearing this?" He asked.

She applied the last of the pouch of ointment; a faint green tint along his several gashes, mixed in some with the seeping blood; however its effects should show rather quickly, hopefully enough to save his life.

"There you go, I do hope i got to ya in time" her accent thick as she put away the now empty pouch and stood up. Giving a sigh; she had just wasted some of her very own meds on a complete stranger, his true identity completely unknown to her.