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"...like I was beaten and thrown into prison." He answered with a grin. It wasn't really funny. But he was at the point where he had to joke about the situation they were in lest he just sit in a gloom.

"How are you holding up? You don't look like you've slept at all..." Concern tinged his voice. She looked and sounded exhausted. They needed to get out of here as soon as possible. He didn't suppose that breaking out of prison would better their situation at all though.

He grinned a little sheepishly at that. He really didn't understand why she was so nice to him after he acted in appalling ways. He relaxed back against the wall, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, they focused on the bandaged part of his leg and he noticed the fabric color was not his own. His expression softened and a bit of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth despite the situation.

He found himself thinking it would be nice if he could just stay here with Setara, then chided himself. How could he possibly think something like that when she needed to get back to her family? But what if they harmed her when she went back? Somehow he figured she'd rather go even if she knew she were to be harmed.

He looked at her with concern. He could not and would not say anything to try and convince her not to go. She'd never listen anyway. But a guilt ate at him. It was his fault that she was in the position. But what could he do?

but his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a key clanging in their door.

There stood to guards in the hall, but a little man entered. He was dressed rather nicely and carried an air of importance about him. He looked over both of them, assessing their wounds. He shot a scornful look at one of the guards, who shrunk away from the much smaller man. The smaller one then cleared his throught and addressed the two.

"My humble apologies for the confusion. The Princess will be unable to see to this matter herself, but as her Steward I am hereby releasing you both from this mistake. We have a hot meal and a nurse-maid waiting for you both in one of the upper levels. Please follow me"

Matta let a bit of a suprized sound out. They were just getting released? He was a little uncertain of the situation. He shot a bit of a cautious look to Setara, then decided he would exit first to make sure it wasn't a trap. But the first step forward lead to a jolt of pain and he collapsed forward onto the floor.

The steward raised his brow a bit. Then signalled for the other guard to carry Matta. And before he had much of a chance to protest, he was hoisted into the large man's arms and swept out of the room. The steward then turned to Setara.

"Miss, please follow us."

They made their way up the staircase and slowly progressed up it. Matta felt to weak to be protesting that he was being carried like a woman. Even though he'd not been up very long he felt drowsy again. Just how much blood had he lost? He sighed and felt his body relax in the hold of the other man. He really didn't have the energy to sustain a resistance. He fell into a rhythm of listening to the footsepts and feeling the slight bounce from each step and was lulled out of consciousness again.

The Steward however, was alert and lead them to a small room. Plain in decoration though very clean, it was obviously a servant's quarters. A couple of middle-aged women sat waiting the two, with a few basins of water, various medicines and bandages. Also, as promised, a meal sat on the table. It was not a vast spread, but enough to feed the two with left overs.

"take and Eat, Miss." the steward said, and waved the guard to set Matta on the bed, and then nodded to the two women. "We'll see to your unconscious friend's wounds while you eat, and then we must take a look at your wounds as well."

Then without waiting for a response, the guards left the room. The Steward took another moment to look around the room and assess the situation. Seemingly satisfied, he strode out of the room, closing the door behind him.

The nursemaid who was mulling over Matta's wound gave a start at Setara's voice. She smiled a little, not really looking Setara in the eye and gestered to the sack laid on one of the chairs.

"I believe that is yours... miss" The formality seemed to be added with a bit of hesitation. She waited to make sure Setara had seen the placement of the knapsack then interjected softly, "I would advise more than a roll since you have no eatten since yesterday. "

She nodded a little and set back to unpeeling the bandages to Matta's wound. The other woman was using a damp cloth to try and clean some of the caked blood from Matta's raven black hair. The second woman looked up at Setara.

"After you've had a few bites I'll look after your wounds." she was the elder of the two. But neither woman would look Setara directly in the eyes.

"yes, of course ...miss.." The one who was cleaning Matta's hair said. She then caught sight of the crimson as she reached for one of the towel and gave a bit of a start.

"Oh my!" Shuffling away from Matta and the other nurse-maid, she snatched up a clean basin of water and a bunch of bandages. Once arriving at Setara's side, she quickly dunked on of the bandages in the water, then wrung it out. She shooed setara's hand away from the wound, stripped away the makeshift bandaging Matta had done, and pressed the cool damp cloth against it. she cleaned up the wound, catching most of the blood in the process, with a gentle dabbing. Dab, dab, dunk, wring, dab, dab. She was very rhythmatic in her work. She clucked her tongue a couple times as she assessed the wound.

"You both should have been brought to us immediately." She pulled out a jar of salve, smeared a thick handful of it over the wound on Setara's side. The substance was an ill-smelling thick goo. But it did it's job of containing the wound. The woman then made short work of wrapping the wound in a clean linen bandage. She then grabbed one of the last basin's filled with clean water as the one she was using was deeply red. Cracking the door open, she barked an order out the door that they needed more fresh water and bandages, and made her way back to Setara.

"Let's see where else you've been injured." She looked over the younger nomadic girl. She nodded a little, the began work on the gash in Setara's leg. She continued in the rhythm she had earlier, not even breaking slightly to thank the younger boys who entered and set down basins of fresh water and clean bandages. They stayed only a moment watching the older woman, then scooped up the used basins and scurried out. The door closed with a light click, and the woman again reached for the jar filled with the ill-smelling salve. She applied it on the gash in a similar fashion, then wrapped it as well in a clean linen bandage.

"Now... besides some scrapes, we just need to take a look at that head."

The older woman clicked her tongue in disapproval as hearing Setara call her wound nothing. She then proceeded to gently clean up the blow to the head that Setara has recieved.

"Honestly. What were you Nomads thinking, fighting in the middle of a crowd?" Obvious disdain laced her voice.