Antonis, Debalora and Draco arrived at the inn in a steady walk, mainly for Antonis. His exhaustion was enough to put him to sleep as he walked. Debalora helped by speaking with him at times along with Draco. It was pep talk, meaningless things but it helped them distance their minds for a while.

Draco was the first to enter the inn, a soldier standing at the door holding it open for them once he saw them arrive.

"Have the others returned?" Antonis asked. The soldier nodded faintly, his face looking a bit pale. Antonis could tell it was from seeing both Voltrick and Murdoc.

"Take us to them." Draco ordered, following the soldier as he led them down a long hall, presumably to the largest room.

Voltrick warily entered the darkened room. He didn't want anyone else to see him, especially as his beast but it was the only way to hold Murdoc long enough to get to the inn. In his weakened state, hold Murdoc in his normal form would be pointless and short lived. No one saw him, from what he could tell, except for the soldiers already at the inn. Their reactions riled him a bit, but it was to be expected. Even in normal times.

Once by the large bed, Voltrick carefully lowered Murdoc to lay somewhat comfortably upon it; laying his head upon the cotton pillow. Even in his feral form, Murdoc's pained expression shown through. It frustrated him, his condition quickly reminding him of how Murdoc sacrificed the last of his strength to guard him from the soldier.

Voltrick's attention was quickly caught by the open window at the end of the room. The wind lightly pressed against the cloth which hung infront of it. It would be easy to leave, as he should. He brought Murdoc here, it would be better for the others if he left.

A scowl quickly appeared as he heard the others speaking outside the door and down the hall. If he was to leave, that moment quickly left. He also considered still being his beast was even more uncomfortable now for the others. It wasn't needed and Voltrick didn't want the attention.

A deep breath was taken as fading black eyes raised toward the ceiling. The rest of his form began to change back to his normal self. The wound at his neck fully healed, but the transformation irritated his neck.

The soldier was the first to prop the door open for the others, looking in to find the feral on the bed and the beast gone, leaving a large tiger standing next to the bed. The soldier frowned strangely before he stepped aside, allowing the others to enter through.

Antonis stopped next to the soldier, turning towards him as he spoke, "Make sure the town believes a 'large animal' was seen around the forest for anyone who is concerned. It's best this is kept low, understand?"

"Y-yes, sir." the soldier replied, nodding in understanding before he left the room, out to fulfill his instructions. After, Antonis turned, glancing at the wolf who lied in bed. He watched as Murdoc's chest rose and fell in rhythm. It was strange how Murdoc seemed different when in his feral form. When he was normal, he appeared conniving with scheming eyes. But now he seemed the complete opposite. It was only the fact that he was 'Murdoc' that kept him from believing that latter appearance.

Voltrick lowered his brow as he heard Antonis speaking to the soldier who first entered. The mention of 'large animal' bothered him somewhat. Mainly how Antonis is trying to cover everything up. For Voltrick's sake? Or to prevent future problems BECAUSE of Voltrick...

A heavy exhale was released from Voltrick as Antonis watched Murdoc on the bed. He still didn't know how to deal with all of this. It caused an uncomfortable tension in his gut and all he wanted to do was get out, especially as Debalora and Draco entered the room after the soldier left.

After catching Debalora's emotionless gaze, Voltrick turned away toward the window. With curtain's light dance with the wind was a temptation to leave. But instead of leaving, Voltrick would only walk towards it and lean against the wall next to the window. To avoid catching anyone else's gaze, and to stay as far as possible from them, Voltrick kept his narrowed gaze out the window.

Debalora watched Voltrick for a short while before turning and standing beside Antonis, her gaze following his to Murdoc on the bed.

Draco continued to watch Voltrick as he moved, but wouldn't say anything to or regarding him. The whole situation was troubling, especially to his men. They didn't know anything about what was happening or what Voltrick was. What bothered him the most was Voltrick could still be dangerous, and now they had too hostiles. Voltrick and Murdoc together.

Murdoc's eyes squinted open weakly, his chest huffing in a coughing sound, maw parted as before. He had gone through a temporary numbness as Voltrick carried him, but now lying down with nothing to distract him, Murdoc 'awakened' again, feeling waves of pain. Everything was a terrible blur around him, the darkness of the room didn't help that.

Antonis leaned over Murdoc as the wolf moved and stretched his legs as though he wanted to get up. He pressed a hand against Murdoc's upper neck to hold him still. The touch came as a surprise to Murdoc, eyes widening somewhat as he recalled Darcia's fangs in his neck.

The wolf wriggled underneath Antonis, emitting a weakened but harsh growl as he moved against Antonis' hand, baring his fangs up as if to ward away an unseen enemy. Seeing this violence, Antonis used his other hand to hold Murdoc down to the bed with a concerned expression.

"He's panicking. Debalora, please get bandages and medication."

Murdoc pressed up harder, emitting whines between his growling as the movement was painful for him. His head was pressed against the pillow but he began to kick his legs. Antonis moved a hand to hold down the wolf's lower half, keeping him from moving too much.

"Calm down, Murdoc!" Antonis grunted in frustration, waiting for Debalora.

Draco grabbed Debalora's arm. "I'll get them, You help Antonis." Draco said. About to turn, he darted his gaze back to Voltrick; becoming stern regardless of who he was. "Don't just stand there, help him!" he shouted before quickly leaving the room.

Debalora turned her head to see Voltrick's reaction, but quickly came to the bed and tried to hold onto his legs to keep them from kicking around. It was a struggle at first, recieving light scratches on her arms but she continued to try and hold them.

Voltrick sneered a bit; hesitating to move forward. But only a moment passed before he moved toward the bed. He remained silent, but attempted to firmly hold down Murdoc's lower half. He bent down next to Debalora as he did this. The uncomfortable sensation growing. He hoped trying to hold Murdoc down would distract him enough.

Feeling more pressure applied to him made him panic more. He didn't know what was happening, let alone who he was with. That feline soldier seemed as though he would have attacked both Voltrick and himself. Did he come with others?

Antonis couldn't hold down Murdoc tightly, fearing he would aggravate the wounds, but the wolf was getting very unstable. "Murdoc, you're fine! Someone light up the room!"

The voice was heard a little clearer this time, Murdoc's fighting calming somewhat as he found the voice familiar. But where was he? And where was Aidan? Antonis used his forearms, pressing against Murdoc's upper neck and back to pin the wolf against the bed. In his feral form, Murdoc was considerably stronger, causing Antonis and Voltrick a hard time.

Antonis found the best way to calm him down was to talk, "You're in the inn, Murdoc. Stop moving. Your wounds are starting to open up again."

Hearing the familiar voice again, Murdoc started to settle down, his eyes darting around trying to distinguish blurred images. Seeing Murdoc calm himself somewhat, Antonis rose, holding a hand against Murdoc's head lightly with a grunt. Troublesome wolf. He couldn't blame him though.

Noticing Murdoc calm somewhat, Voltrick's grip loosened until he stood himself up. A frustrated sneer was on his face as he stepped back to look around the room. There were candlesticks around the room, but none were lit.

Debalora felt the feral wolf calm as well, but she didn't stand as the other two did. She let go of Murdoc's legs, but a comforting hand lightly rubbed along Murdoc's side. An apathetic look was on her face as she watched her hand pet along the fur. It was to calm him down. She noticed talking to him helped, but maybe a comforting hand would too...


A faint light caught Voltrick's attention outside the doorway, Voltrick assumed it was a lit candle in the hall. He'll use it to light the candles in the room... Voltrick's brow lowered, passing Debalora and Antonis to leave the room. Only to return shortly after with a candle in his grasp. After a brief glance toward Antonis, his scowl remaining, Voltrick began lighting each individual candle in the room.

Feeling his body lighten, Murdoc began to lie still, taking his time to look around him. He gathered he was indoors on something soft. It wasn't like the hay in the barn, so his other assumption was that he was back inside the inn. After a while, his sight came back as the room lighted up more, glancing around to find Voltrick with his back facing him, lighting candles and Antonis looming over him.

Antonis still had his hand over Murdoc's head, causing the wolf to be uncomfortable at this fact. He nudged his head up slightly with a grunt before his body continued throbbing in pain. He felt as though his entire back was slip open, that same could be said for his neck. Murdoc laid still for now, letting out a low growl in his endurance.

Antonis didn't let go of Murdoc, lifting his head, looking towards the door waiting for Draco. He wanted to check on Aidan if only to check if he were fine.

Debalora's gaze finally raised and turned to see Murdoc's face. His pained expression troubled her. The wounds he endured.. still enduring. He did this fighting alongside Antonis. To save Aidan and protect Voltrick... Why would he sacrifice so much, being who he was. Fighting with Antonis instead of against him was evidence enough that he was changing. But would he stay that way? Will he actually become a better person. He hurt Voltrick more than anyone could, yet he lays here now and Voltrick is helping him.

Debalora's left hand shifted to Murdoc's neck; petting the fur a bit to reveal more of the wound to herself. Her apathetic expression quickly transformed into simpathetic. She could heal it, but.. did she want to? Plus, Antonis always had a negative opinion with her using her powers. And she was sure Murdoc would have a more negative reaction to it as well. But its not like he said anything before when she healed the arrow wound to his shoulder.

A low groan escaped as Voltrick lit the last candle in the room. His scowl searched around the room for any sign of other candle sticks. Seeing none, he lowered the lit candle stick in his hand to hold it more comfortably in front of him. The room was considerably more bright now, everything could be seen. An eyebrow arched as he looked over toward the others, Voltrick now standing in the far corner of the room near the window. He would keep to himself for the time being.

Draco quickly entered the room with an armful of bandages and medical supplies. "My apologizes for how long it took. Everything was apparently moved around since the last time I was here." A breath was taken as he looked to Antonis. "There weren't any medications from what I could find. Nothing to dull the pain."

Antonis stepped back as Draco approached, taking some of the load off the older dog for himself, transporting them to the night stand next to the bed.

"Someone fetch a basin of hot water then." He said, taking hold of a towel as he looked down at Murdoc. His eyes traveled down to notice Debalora stroking Murdoc's fur comfortingly. He could only guess how much Debalora must have despised Murdoc for what he did to her friend on the other side of the room, but here she was gently examining his wounds with sympathetic care. Suddenly, he thought of Aidan, knowing he would have done the same without question.

Antonis shook his head lightly before he bent over Murdoc, pressing the towel against the outside of Murdoc's wounded neck, soaking up the blood flowing from there. Murdoc winced gently at the sensitivity of it, but Debalora's unseen hand calmed him and kept him from moving.

Draco gave a quick nod before beginning to turn toward the hall. A glance was made to Voltrick before he left. Voltrick only stood there, holding a candle and looking out the window. Draco would have considered just how uncomfortable it was for him here, but he would rather concentrate on the task at hand. Helping another known enemy from dying.

Debalora's hand moved as Antonis pressed the towel over the bleeding wound. A saddened face shown as she saw the towel quickly become soaked in red. If it keeps bleeding as it is, he'll bleed to death. And stitching it is a long process. not to mention the wound has to be cleaned as much as possible before that begins.

She wanted to heal it. It didn't matter if it was Murdoc, he was still someone in agonizing pain with horrible wounds. Debalora's eyebrows lowered as she continued to watch the towell redden. ...She'll only stop the bleeding.. and that's it.

Her left hand gently wrapped around Antonis' wrist before Debalora looked up to Antonis briefly. After pulling his hand away slightly, she moved her right hand to be placed over the wound on Murdoc's neck.

Antonis was a bit surprised as he felt his wrist taken hold of, looking to Debalora to see a stern expression in her eyes. He suddenly knew what she wanted to do. Though however much he disapproved of it...His eyes glanced from Murdoc to the blood soaked towel in his hands. He and she both knew Murdoc couldn't survive if he were like this. Murdoc was loosing he liveliness he had a few moments ago, staring blankly as the blood kept seeping through his neck and back.

The general allowed his hand to be pulled away, stepping aside to allow Debalora a better position over Murdoc.

A heavy breath exhaled as she readjusted her position to kneel infront of Murdoc's head and neck. Her right hand would gently place itself on top of Murdoc's neck wound. Debalora took another deep breath through her nostrils as she closed her eyes and lowered her head.

Unlike his shoulder wound from before with the arrow, the gash at Murdoc's neck would take a lot more effort to heal. It wouldn't drain her completely, but she would definately feel it. Debalora wouldn't care, though. She was saving his life. As much as she disliked him, she wouldn't allow someone to die because of her choice to not act.

A faint warmth could be felt just under Debalora's hand. As seconds passed it grew warmer. It wouldn't become hot, but the warm sensation could be felt over the entire wound.

Voltrick watched Debalora with Murdoc. His irritated scowl grew as he focused only on her hand. He almost forgot she had that ability... she used it on him when he was a child. He clearly remember her 'other' abilities. She used those on him as well. ..More than once.

A faint light shown from under Debalora's hand as her healing intensified. It wasn't too bright, though. About as bright as a tiny flame on a melted candle.

Debalora's brow lowered as she felt the parted flesh begin to seal together. The bleeding stopped, but she held longer. She had to be sure it would heal properly.

Voltrick's skin prickled; feeling as if tiny needles were poking everywhere. Voltrick snarled as he lowered the handle onto the table and hurriedly walked out of the room. If he stayed any longer, he risked that light becoming brighter and start to burn his skin.

Draco nearly ran into Voltrick as he exited and almost dropped the hot water as his feet quickly shifted underneath him. An eyebrow arched as he watched Voltrick a bit down the hall, but quickly entered the room.

Murdoc felt a strange sensation along his neck. It wasn't like warm water, which he had been used to to clean his wounds. There was the feeling that something..distant were warming his body. Murdoc didn't dare move his head, however his eyes tried to look, only seeing Debalora over him. What was she doing?

Behind her, Antonis stood silently watching her. He wouldn't notice when Voltrick left, finding the faint ray of light under her palm transfixing. He had seen her do this any number of times, but it still felt strange for him. Possibly from years of understanding that her abilities were that of witchcraft and evil. He understood that she used it to heal...but he always thought that fact had another face on the coin.

When Draco entered, Antonis turned his head, seeing he had gotten water. He walked towards him, nodding in thanks as he took it away gently, bringing it to the table. There he dipped a cloth into the water, wringing it out before he placed it over Murdoc's eyes. He noticed how close Murdoc was to seeing exactly what Debalora was doing to him...Antonis was afraid of his reaction. Best he didn't see.