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"I don't have anything to say on the topic." The woman decided to ignore the nomads words. She didn't like nomads and she wouldnt' start just because one seemed to have a semblance of a brain. She went about dressing Setara's wound, busying her hand instead of her mind.

"Oh, never you mind with the apologies... and hold still!" The nurse-maid also gave a bit of a start when Setara jumped since she didn't expect that.

"Honestly... how am I supposed to get you cleaned up if you scare me like that?" she complained in the way older women do. She took a moment to smooth out her clothes and resettle herself and finished up the task fo cleaning Setara's wound.

"There now. Now you ought to have a bite or two more. We'll have your fellow mended soon enough." The woman slid off the bed picking up the medical supplies and walked back to where Matta lay, and began assisting the younger one in tending him.

Now that Setara had been taken care of, the nurses were pretty much fully concentrated on Matta right now. They were surprized that he had been able to withstand such wounds through the night. Neither suspected he carried daemon blood.

Matta groaned and stirred fitfully in his sleep. He had been laying peacefully until they unbound the wound on his leg, aggravating the wound to bleeding again. He'd broken into a sweat and the two nursemaids switched places so that the elder of the two could user her expertise to calm this wound. The younger mapped the sweat from Matta's face with a cool cloth, trying to get him to settle down. The elder worked on matta's leg, her brow knitted in concentration.

The elder woman stopped and nodded to Setara. They hadn't been told to keep either of them, otherwise a guard would have been posted just outside the door. The steward would have left instructions to keep an eye on them if they were indeed criminals.

"You're free to go. I believe your steed is being taken care of in the stables. but what about your fellow here?" She indicated to Matta, assuming that the two of them were together. Matta was just as unconscious as before, though finally starting to settle down a bit. The woman's tone, however, showed that she didn't expect Setara to stay and wait for her friend.

She raised a brow at Setara's answer. The elder woman shrugged off her thought on the matter, though she was fairly certain that Setara wasn't just inquirying like she said she was. It was painfully obvious that the woman didn't exactly believe the answer she had recieved.

"We're almost done here." Is all she answered and went back to knitting up Matta's wounds. She wondered why this young man would risk himself over a wretched nomad. the bruising around his torso should have been accompanied by broken ribs, but none of them were. The blow to his head could have killed him, but didn't. The bleeding from his leg should have drained him but still he lived, and the girl didn't appreciate it.

Matta himself was in a world of nitemare and doubt. his head was filled with mixed up dreams of getting attacked, floating up a flight of stairs, feeing an equidyne, working on herbal medicines and the smell of a female. Though no longer flinching and looking fitful, he was not as still and calm as he could be.

Matta's dream state broke as a wretched scene of death played before him, and the scent of a woman was replaced by the scent of blood. His eyes shot open and he stared with frantic, blind eyes. The smell of blood was his own blood... But his blood-starved mind couldn't connect the pieces of what had beena dream and what had not and consciousness left him again. his body went limp, and his breathing, though shallow, was steady and no longer riddled with groans from some unseen threat.

The two nursemaids exchanged a bit of a look of concern, but now that he wasn't flinching their work would be easier. And they made short work of the rest of his wounds with nimble fingers from mending many soldiers wounds.

And now that he had been sufficiently bandaged, the two women decided it was a good chance for them to take a leave of absence. They'd been working most of the morning and already, the sun had just finished it's noon-time peak. They gathered up the basins of water, the bloodied cloths and left the room mostly in order. And once again the two were left alone in a room.

Matta stirred a little at the sound of the familiar voice so near. His mind floated somewhere between being conscious and not. He dully heard the words she spoke through muffled hearing, but felt unable to move of even respond. He wasn't even sure if it was part of a dream.

Fingertips twitched feeling the foreign hand brushing hair from his face. A human touch finally pushed him over the marred line. The red eyes slowly cracked open and he tilted his head slightly. He had no clue where he was but, Setara's blurred form was there. Slowly his vision began to focus. The corner of his mouth upturned a little at watching her fuss over her hair. It was the first time he'd seen her fret over her apperance. Though... she was correct. He couldn't remember ever having to detangle his hair... even now the raven strands looked freshly brushed.

"...helps if you use a comb." he said softly in a thick, sleep-ridden voice.

((quaaaaa. so cute. This scene is making me squeal ))

He pushed himself to sit partially upright, despite the protesting of his ribs. The light blanket that had been laid on him by the nurses fell away from his chest and Matta was accutely aware of his lack of a shirt. Though not naked, he was thankful the blanket covered the rest of him.

"I didn't mean to startle you." He swung his legs off the bed, grabbing the blanket with one hand and pulling it around himself. He leaned towards her, and held out his free hand. He smiled down at the site of the nomad flat on her backside. "At least let me help you up."