Debalora realized just how much she healed after opening her eyes heavily. She only wanted to stop the bleeding, but it appeared as if she healed it almost entirely. Refusing to hold it there any longer, she carefully stood and lightly bent over Murdoc to rest both hands upon Murdoc's back. Her eyes closed tightly this time as she began to heal the wound at Murdoc's back.

Draco's brow lowered after Antonis took the water and his gaze traveled to what Debalora was doing. He knew she had some kind of ability. Some kind of power she used. But he had only seen it when she attacked Voltrick, nearly killing him. Was she healing Murdoc? She wouldn't be hurting him as she did Voltrick before.... that wouldn't make any sense. Apparently there was more to Ms. Pardia than he thought.

Voltrick growled irritably as he stormed outside. Realizing the town was probably still panicking over the 'large animal' ...he continued his rushed, walking pace around the inn towards the stables. Once there, he found a secluded wall and sat himself against it; taking in the solitude he had before.

The pain began to subside quickly, causing Murdoc to raise questions on how this was possible. Was his body going numb again? No, he could still feel. Draco did not get any medication either. The towel over his eyes kept him from looking, beginning to feel his back get better as well. What was going on?

Murdoc turned his head as he felt he could move with some ease now, causing Antonis to press against the wolf to hold him against the bed.

"Don't move, Murdoc." he said before looking to Debalora, "I think that's enough."

Debalora was about to stop anyway. She knew to got a little carried away with healing him. She was only going to stop the bleeding, but now the wounds were nearly healed. Debalora's eyes narrowed as she saw the wounds; pulling her arms back to herself.

The wounds didn't even need stitches now. A simple bandage to protect it was enough.

A serious gaze overcame Debalora's features as she realized how much she healed Murdoc. She did not want to heal him that much, she didn't feel he deserved it. Right then, at least. And now Murdoc was going to see his wounds mended almost completely. He's going to want to know how and he's going to want to know why. And like Antonis and Tamil, ..even Denzel the first time he saw her powers.. he'll reject it, even though its already been done. He'll call her a witch like Denzel did.

Debalora's serious face soon faded to sorrow as she looked down to her bloodied hands from being pressed onto Murdoc's wounds. Why was she holding so much hatred to think this way? An exhausted breath escaped before she quickly turned to leave the room quickly. "Excuse me.."

As she left, Antonis watched her in surprise to her sudden excuse, leaving him and Draco alone with Murdoc. The towel over Murdoc's eyes slipped down, the wolf taking this chance to turn his head, looking to examine his suddenly healed wounds. His eyes widened in this feat, twisting his back a bit afterward to check how well mended it was.

As he looked up, Antonis was already staring down at him with a stern expression. Murdoc stared with a mixture between shock and question and the general saw this easily.

"You would have bled to death if she didn't heal you."

Murdoc narrowed his eyes in question, still not quite understanding Antonis. The dog sighed lightly, dampening a cloth in the basin before coming towards Murdoc, pressing it against his neck. Though completely capable of moving now, Murdoc allowed him to clean the blood off his fur, keeping a careful eye on him.

"I know you do not care as much about that as the rest of the Ministry..." Antonis reasoned quietly.

The wolf lowered his ears a bit, pressing his cheek against the pillow as his gaze became distant. He felt much better than before...it was surprising that she would even aid him. He saw the hatred in her eyes the previous night. That gaze alone prickled his fur, only reminded of the Ministry's master. Pardia looked so much like her...And then the feeling of her hand against him...it was...

He tucked his chin closer to his chest as a saddened expression appeared. He realized that he was frightened of her. Just by how similar she looked compared to O'luca.

Antonis promptly finished the cleaning before he observed the wounds, considering putting bandages around them. He found that they were not as bad after Debalora had her way with it. But the back should be cared for...so close to the bone as it was. He took a roll of bandage and began to wrap it around Murdoc's back, finding it was easier with the wolf limp and he could easily maneuver him. Murdoc began to watch Antonis again, his tail twitching at times, as though he were waiting for something.

The general finished, wondering if any of the others would have mended Murdoc, as he clipped off the bandage. Once Antonis leaned up from him, Murdoc bounded off the bed, stumbling at first on the floor before he rose again. Antonis looked at Murdoc, surprised of course, as the wolf lowered his head, taking short steps around the room.

Murdoc noticed Draco standing nearly in front of him and wondered what the older dog thought of all this. He didn't care to ask, instead shook himself, glad to be away from any touching.

This was all a bit too out of the ordinary for Draco, but he straightened his back and clamped his hands behind his back to appear somewhat serious.

"Well, I believe that is enough excitement for one night." Draco annouced. "After checking upon Aidan, we all need a good rest."

Antonis kept his silent gaze on Murdoc before Draco spoke, nodding to him before turning towards the door. "Agreed. We have much to talk about as well."

As the two of them left, Murdoc glowered, slowly lowering himself to lay on the floor. There was no way they would allow him to see Aidan...but did he really want to? Meeting him tended to cause Aidan to go in an angered fit, getting him into trouble as it did tonight.

Stretching out his forepaws, Murdoc gingerly laid his chin against them for support. If he were to do anything now, the others would throw him out for sure. Let alone the soldiers. They most likely have never seen the likes of him before. He recalled the look on the feline's face as he defended Voltrick...that was even strange for him to 'defend' Voltrick. It was such an...impulsive move on his part. Was he beginning to care? That couldn't possibly be right after all he's done to the tiger.

Murdoc let out an irritated snort, pressing his cheek against his paws as he shut his eyes. He was thinking too much.