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"Nevermind my leg. Let's get you back to my shop." But as soon as he turned to go back to his shop with his injured friend, the Local Guard was blocking his way.

"Excuse me sirs, she needs medical attention..." Matta started.

"We need to know what started this fight. Regardless of who started it, you and this... nomad were involved." There was obvious disdain in his voice when he pointed out Setara. "Come with us without any resistance please."

And without really waiting for an answer, one of the guards, snatched up the little vixie that hovered around Setara's face and snapped him shut into a cage he'd found among the shambles of the street. A couple other guards had grabbed Lorkhan by the reins, though were smarter than the nomad guards and stayed away from the hoofs.

"But she's seriously injured!" to which he got a rather unconcerned look back. He forgot that not everyone cared for the loss of a life, especially a nomads. He thought to resist, but he already felt weak and a little dizzy. His leg was bleeding more than it should have been. He only had to assume it was not bleeding at a dangerous level as he could not look down at it without putting Setara down. The guards prodded them along, leading them toward Ryalla castle.

"Please don't struggle..." he whispered softly to her. It was bad enough that he wasn't able to treat her properly but he was more worried that her injuries might worsen with strain.

He reluctantly followed the guards to the Castle. The stopped first to shove Lorkhan into one of the stables, hanging the vixie cage up on a hook in the same stall. The shut the stable's door, making sure it was secured, then continued on their way. But instead f entering into the main part of castle, the guards lead them through a heavy wooden door that went down a several spiraling stair cases. When they'd finally reached the bottom, Matta let his eyes adjust to the dim torch light. the walls floor and everything was a cold stone. The floor was covered with a bit of hay to soften it. This was a long narrow corridor with several heavy wooden doors. Each wooden door had a small grated window toward the top of it. They walked past several of these until the guards finally stopped and opened on, gesturing for Matta to enter with Setara.

"You're imprisoning us for getting attacked?" He stared at the guards who didn't answer but shoved him from behind through the door. Matta stumbled in, barely holding onto Setara. The heavy wooden door slammed shut behind them and the sound of an iron key twisting the lock shut sounded with a clang.

"Your case will be reviewed in the morning when Gustav and the Princesses return." One of the guards said, and then their heavy footstep lead away and back up the stairs until there was silence.

Matta looked around the cell. It was a small rectangular room made entirely of stone and wood. The only light they received was from the dim torch light that came from the small window in the door. there was a wooden bench which lined one of the walls and a small hole dug in the floor for was matta could only assume was for nature's business. The floor was covered in clean hay in a much thicker quantity than what was on the floor in the hall. Surprizingly, the prison was well upkept. No smells, no mold.

"Well, we're here..." He lay Setara down on the bench gently. Then toppled back onto his rump on the floor. His own dizziness over came him for a moment and he let out a great sigh.

"Its not your fault, Setara. Its the that they can't see past what organization a person belongs to" He put his head in his hand, trying to still the dizziness that was trying to overtake him.

"Besides, if I had never attacked your tribesmen this never would have happened. I'm concerned many other things beside being stuck in a stone prison for the night. I'm worried for you..." He looked up at her pleadingly. She didn't even consider the danger she would be in when the sun set.

"...and your family." He finished off, looking down at his leg. The blood was glistening in the dim light. It was bleeding worse than he thought, but at least it was not a fatal wound by any means. He pulled off the half cloak he'd been wearing that day, and tore a strip from it. He tied off the wounds in a way that should at least slow the bleeding. Sufficiently pleased that his own wounds wouldn't bother him any further he moved next to the bench and knelt beside it.

"Do you remember where you got hit?" His eyes were adjusting, but this was no light to try and heal someone by.

"I know night is coming..." He put his arms on the bench then laid his head on his arms looking at Setara. He didn't know what he was going to do. He normally would have guess that he'd try to attack her once he changed. But he kept thinking of how he started to react just the night before. He stared into her red hair for a moment then satback up.

"Since night is coming, I need to act fast. Please do your best to point me toward injuries. I can't see well enough to do it myself." And now he waited for her guidance.

Matta looked over the various wounds with a bit of despair. He couldn't even properly clean the wounds without water. The best he could do was treat them as he had is own. Hopefully that would stop them from bleeding and prevent any else from getting in them. He tore strips out of the remainder of the cloak, working slowly to wrap up her wounds. He started with the first on on her leg. The dim light made it slow work. He wanted to make sure to treat the wounds the best he could, even though he was extremely limited.

"Please let me know if you do feel pain from any other areas... or if any of my treatment starts to make them hurt more." He started on theone on her waist using a little of the cloth to try and wipe away some of the blood that was beginning to cake there. The bruising worried him...

((ugh. apparently this window was just sitting upen all day. Thought I hit 'send'))

He watched her reactions with concern. There was not a single doubt in his mind that she needed real medical attention, and the sooner the better. But according to the guard they wouldn't even be seen until morning. Meanwhile there were a few things pressing on him. First, the immediate danger to Setara. Secondly, her family's well-being. He was sure they were being questioned - if not worse - by now. But... Would Setara even have a home to go back to?

Time seemed to be standing still. At least that's how Matta always felt without being able to watch the sky to tell the time of day. He knew by now night was drawing close. He could almost picture the sky starting to fade to crimson.

"I'm sure your family is alright." He said in an attempt to comfort her. She looked to be in pain, but the mental anguish shown more than just a physical discomfort. He began to rub the back of his neck as it had become a nervous habit of his, except this time he felt the blood from the earlier blow matted into his hair. He wished they'd at least given them water. He wondered if they even planned to feed them at all.