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Salamandastron: Infirmary
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This is the infirmary for the long patrol.  This room is one of the most
well lit rooms in the whole of Salamandastron, with several candles placed
strategically along the shelves and cupboards.  Many wooden beds line the
walls of this room, each outfitted with impeccably clean white linen
sheets.  This unfortunately limits the walking space in this room.  Where
there are not beds there are shelves and cabinets that hold a variety of
different medical equipment, mostly needles and bandages.  A single stone
sink is firmly lodged into one of the counters.  The sink is not fancy, in
fact it is quite awkward. It is a necessity, nonetheless.  An open closet
is in the corner of the room, storing a surplus of compact cots, in the
unusual case of mass injuries. The room usually has several nurse hares in
it, roaming around tending to various injuries.
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Glancing over her shoulder at Preypacer as she arrives at Oxeye's cotside, Zoe deftly lowers the tray to the nice, clean sheats of Oxeye's cot - obviously, to an area that he's not lying. Grinning, she stands back up, nods to Oxeye, and then turns 'round to Preypacer, good arm resting paw on hip. "Aye, ye -did- see a gimpin' hare head this way... But, believe me, I've rested enough t' bore me -plenty-. Much rathah be doin' something. Aftah all.." She pauses, with a crafty glint to her eye, "wouldn't ye agree that exercise is best fer whatevah ails ye?"

Preypacer crosses over to a wall-lining chair, out of the way, yet her view is clear. With a bit of a grumble and a deal of creaking, she plunks down into the chair and sighs. To Zoe's comment, her ears lift and a 'you've got to be kidding me' expression flits across her features. "Oh, a'course, marm." Sarcasm drips from her tone. "Why, jes' t'other day I ran meself along t'shore 'til the northern breeze nipped my 'eels back southards."

Oxeye prods the bowl with his wounded paw, his nose crinkling as he sniffs. It suddenly doesnt smell as enticing... He grumps, pushing the tray away and eyes Prey and Zoe curiously. He coughs a little, his ears twitching. "Er-hem. C'nel, y'never answered m'question... exactly when will I be allowed to leave this place, regardless of my health?" he asks softly, inquiring about his "punishment" he feels is coming.

A small, appreciate chuckle issuing forth from the colonel, Zoe cocks her head to the side, looking to Preypacer with a raised eyebrow. "Now, I do be believin' that I detect a weeeee bit o' sarcasm, there, m'good lady." Grinning, she looks distractedly to Oxeye as he speaks, "Hmm, what? ... Oh! When ya c'n leave. As I said, 'bout a sevenday. Have t' give those deep wounds a chance t' heal, and we have t' watch fer infection."

Oxeye nods slowly and falls silent again, settling back down. The hare closes his eyes, thinking for a moment. Shifting again to try and ease the aching in his ribs. He opens his good eye after a moment, gazing up at the ceiling blankly. "Seven days..." he grumbles. "I don't think the lyin'-on-your-back-and-staring-at-the-ceiling life suits me, C'nel..."

*Jarril heads out for a while....*

*Jarril re-enters the Infirmary again....*

Oxeye returns his attention to Zoe, working his sore jaw. "Easy C'Nel," he mutters, shaking his head. "I ne'er questioned y'experience on the field. Only in y'condition... well, I ain't no healer," he tips his ears in Lain's direction. "But..." he lets his voice die as Lain speaks, his head tilted.

Looking sheepishly up at her aunt, meeting emerald rings with amethyst, Lain quickly drops her gaze away from the colonel.  Rubbing her paws idly, she looks seemingly interested at the bare walls of the infirmary, trying to keep her vision away from Zoe.  Finally giving up on the attempt, the haremaid gives a soft sigh and a shrug, looking back up at Zoe with fiery eyes.  "I want to take the Archon," she murmurs defiantly.  The old fire never left her.

Her voice low, very low, and soft, Zoe ignores all others in the room, looking down at the hare beside her. "And if'n I forbid it, Lain?" Her eyebrows raise in silent question, her eyes worried as they flit across Lain's features, guaging her response for truth.

Coming into the infirmary, the major looks about slightly and makes his way over to one of the healers quietly and speaks softly.  "Ah, yes.  Have ya anything for a headache.  Been having one now for a day or so.  Need something ta get me back up ta speed, wot."  He speaks this very quietly as he is told to sit down and does so, looking about for a moment silently.  The healer comes back and offers a cup of something and the major sniffs it, pulls a face and downs it and makes a even more scrunched up face.  He gets up and hands the mug back, speaking quietly.  "Thanks and don't mention ta the colonel why I am here, either."  Jarril begins to head to the door again.

Oxeye's eye rolls to Lain, searching her face as well. His brow crinkles and he momentarily forgets the dull aching in his shoulder. Though not with the same concern as Zoe, he wonders vaguely how such a healer would manage to defeat the Archon -- one who would probably be a challenge even for the colonel or one of the majors...
Jarril stops and spots the badger and walks up to Logain.  "Erm, may I have a word please, in private?"  He motions to the far corner of the room away from the others.

"Actually..." Logain looks at Zoe. "You could forbid it....but friend, could you forbid me from getting this Archon...and bringing him here -for- her?" The badger obviousy isn't serious. He gets his paws on that verm and well its all over for him. Logain adjusts his tunic and cloak abit as he looks from one hare to the next. "I say enough talk of battle....please?" He smiles abit and looks at Jarril. "Umm..."

Staring into Zoe's worried eyes, Lain's simply grow more defiant, her brows coming down in determination.  "Then I'll..." she nearly hesitates, "Have to forbid you from leaving the mountain to fight him,"  Swallowing and trying to douse the fire, seeming impossible to put away, she quickly looks away before Zoe can see any sort of accidental dislike in her eyes.

Gavin hms as he continues to puff on his pipe, a little cloud of smoke around him as he continues to watch and listen

"Shouldn't smoke in the infirmary..." Logain looks at Gavin. "Bad for the health.." He raises a paw abit and looks at the hare. Course he doesn't say bad for whos health. His eyes go back to the others. "I best follow Jarril...probably needs me to help someone somewhere. If there is nothing else my friends...?" He begins to head for the door.

Jarril doesn't leave the room and goes to the corner and waits for Logain to arrive where he is standing.  When the badger is the hare speaks lowly.  "About last night.  Look, I would really appreciate it if ya didn't come finding me and making me go rushing inta a room like a blithering idiot, wot."  The hare frowns and stares at Logain in the eyes.  "Make sure ya know what the situation is next time around or I have ta box those small ears of ya's."  Jarril pauses and frowns, placing a paw on his head for a moment.  "Look, sorry, but please make sure ya don't make me run about for no reason next time, okay?"

Zoe_Lang blinks, taken aback by Lain's response. "Now, lass, ya know ya can't do tha'.. and don't go worryin' yerself about me... I wouldn't go runnin' off after those corsairs in the condition I'm in, now. I promise ya that. Howevah, I -will- do my duty, when 'tis time... and so will you. But!" She gets this 'but' in before Lain can go off about following -her- duty, and continues. "You will do ye duty, as well, and -yer- duty is as my apprentice -and- as my niece, and if I decide I want ya alive and not wasted t' some silly archon, than that's eactly what ye'll do, d'ya understand me, Lain?"

The badger blinks, ears flattening as he watches Jarril. "But...Triss was crying and everyone was upset...arguing.." Logain tilts his head. "I did not understand fully...and knew you would because..they like you." He steps back abit, frowning. He does speak loudly enough for the others to hear and nods. "I apologize Jarril...I'll go back to the guest quarters and be out of the way...."

Gavin looks towards logain and chuckles, "Ah bolderdash chap. Help's clear up the lungs I say" then continues to smoke his pope."

Jarril sighs and shakes his head.  "No ya won't.  Ya stay here and be with friends as well."  He looks at the badger and frowns.  "That's an order as well."  The major not in a good mood at the moment but it's not really Logain's fault.  "Well, not a order but a request anyways."  He adds.

Oxeye glances at Jarril and Logain, flipping one ear in their direction. He coughs, obviously catching the essence of the message, if not the exact words, and definitely Logain's response. "I say, Major, take it easy on Stripes... But I will add, there was no... erm... arguing," he grins sheepishly. "Major Triss was simply under the weather." He focuses on Jarril for a moment, then falls silent.

"Seemed like arguing...I do not understand these...tears. Triss was hurt bad...and I may not battle but....something should be done...right?" Logain moves towards the door and stops as Jarril speaks. He blinks at the hare and bends over abit to face him better. "Well...I...suppose."

Jarril nods and goes to sit down on a chair for a while and remains quiet, busing himself to wait to see whatever he was given will start to work and just nods at Oxeye, then goes back to thinking on several things again.

Oxeye waves a paw at Logain idly. "Don't y'worry, Stripes. Have a seat and try an' keep the Major in a good mood," he grins ruefully, motioning towards Jarril. "Entertain the poor rabbit -- he looks stressed," Ox adds in a whisper.
Gavin removes his pipe from his mouth and then attempts to blow a smoke ring, not particuarly succeeding but it kind of is roundish. Clamping the pipe back between his teeth he looks about again

Eyes flashing up against Zoe's, the slowly dying flame suddenly bursting in an explosion of mixed emotions.  Swallowing her tears down, Lain's eyes promptly fill with each and every one of her feelings: anger, hurt, rebelliousness, hope, courage, love.  Clenching her jaw shut, the young haremaid's twin amethyst orbs seem to overflow with one last emotion: betrayal.

The badger whispers something to Jarril and then looks at Oxeye. "That is easier said then done Badgerheart..." Logain nods. "We...you..the Long Patrol..won the first battle. There should be rejoicing, not sorrow. Happiness, not...tears..." He adjusts his cloak again as he looks towards Zoe. He standa and goes to place a large paw beneath her chin and stare into her eyes. "Smile."

The badger speaks as he looks at Lain once more....
Jarril looks at the badger and nods.  "It's in ya room as we speak."

Her sternness crumping inward with a sigh, her brow creased with worry, Zoe looks to Lain searchingly, her eyes again flitting from feature to feature. "Lain.. dear.. try t' understand. The very reason that I -want- t' remove that foul corsair from this earth is the very same reason that I would ask you t' mind me in not going aftah him.. You are..." Swallowing with difficulty, she glances Lain up and down. "You are.. young, and, ah.. something that the archon would be pleased t' acquire. I do -not- want ye suffering.. Please, Lain, mind me." Her voice is low through all of this, very possibly only heard by Oxeye who rests in the bed beside her. However, her eyes flit with annoyance to the badger as he intrudes, but the annoyance is very brief, and it dissolves as she looks to Lain once more.

Oxeye snorts. "Whether we won or not does not change th'fact that lives were lost and... certain injuries were inflicted," he calls out to the badger, lifting his own shattered paw and waving it towards the heavily bandaged paws of Triss. "Now, I understand we shouldn't take wot we have fer granted, but -- " His annoyed tyrade is interrupted as he just catches what Zoe tells Lain. He takes a deep breath and simply glares at the badger for a moment, then allows his gaze to shift to the injured Major, where it softens a little.

Slowly Logain stands before Lain can reply. The massive beast nods to Jarril. "I believe I have worn out my welcome within this room for now....I apologize if I have..just trying to help." He heads for the door slowly, footpaws padding against the ground the sound echoing.

Biting on her lower lip as it begins to tremble, the tremors seem to move to her body, eyes still fixed on Zoe's.  Barely giving any notice to Logain, the haremaid's ears flatten against her hair, shaking just barely.  Tears threatening to break the very last barrier of her eyelashes, Lain flattens her ears harder against her back, changing from betrayal to...something...elsewhere...  "I'm not going to lose you too" she whimpers

The healer that dealt with Jarril before comes back and looks at him for a moment and whispers.  "Ah ya alright now, sah."  Blinking the major nods his head.  "I be fine, actually I best get back ta those reports and all."  He starts to get up, but the healer gives a small frown.  "Not until that medicine works.  The reports can wait for the time being."  Jarril frowns on that but nods his head.  "Aye, ya right after all."  All of the discussion was done in hushed voices as the healer moves back off to tend to someone else and Jarril leans back against the wall, still sitting on the stool.

Biting on her lower lip as it begins to tremble, the tremors seem to move to her body, eyes still fixed on Zoe's.  Barely giving any notice to Logain, the haremaid's ears flatten against her hair, shaking just barely.  Tears threatening to break the very last barrier of her eyelashes, Lain flattens her ears harder against her back, changing from betrayal to...something...elsewhere...  "I'm not going to lose you too!" she whimpers, burying herself in to Zoe's chest, her arms squeezing the colonel close, her body tense in an effort to hide the quiverings in her back.
In a room page-pose, Lain shoots the enter button.

Gavin continues to smoke away on his pipe, quirking a brow a bit at lain then looks elsewhere"

"If anyone wishes to talk..or needs..." Logain stops. "I will be up at the crater, in the library or resting in the guest quarters..." The badger nods as he passes Jarril, eyeing him abit. Tears are even in the badger's eyes...how odd....

Oxeye watches the badger curiously, his brow relaxing from a scowl to a befuddled gaze. He coughs nervously, glancing once at Lain and Zoe, before speaking. "Ah, ease up, Stripes. There's no one up at the crater anyway," he says slowly. "Why don't y'sit down? Has to be hard on those flippin' paws of yours, standin' like y'do."

Her mouth dropping open in surprise, Zoe looks down at the head which rests against her shoulder, and her mind flashes painfully on Saltar, the 'Archon', calling his squirrel slave 'pretty'. She shakes her head slowly, looking down at Lain with determination. ".. not Lain." Resting a paw on the young healer's head, she sighs, closing her eyes for a moment, barely noticing the pain that Lain pressing upon her wound causes. "Ye won't lose me, lass... I promise."

Hugging Zoe tighter but now conscious of the colonel's wound, Lain loosens out a little, muffling her sniffles.  "You can't promise anything until after you've defeated him and come back alive and well, Zoe," she murmurs realistically, the quaking in her body slowly subsiding.  "And...you're not going out of the infirmary -- or anywhere, for that matter -- without me." she says firmly, staring determinedly into Zoe's to-die-for dark chocolate and emerald twin orbs.

Another hare comes in and looks at Jarril, one from his patrol and moves over to where the healer is and talks to the hare quickly, looking at the major for a moment and murmurs.  "I ain't the one for saying this but I've been doing some checking."  The young hare pauses and shuffles about slightly.  Jarril looks and wonders why one of his fighters is doing in here.  The fighter in question continues on.  "But I've been asking about the rest of my patrol and it seems that the major hasn't slept since he came back from the battle."  The healer nods his head and hands over some spare herbs to the fighter.  "Go take this down to her and see if that helps."  Nodding the fighter goes off and the healer walks back up to Jarril.  "Sah?  How is the headache getting along?"

Smiling wryly down at Lain's determined face, Zoe gives a little half-shrug of acquiescence - for now, anyway. "If ye insist, Lain.. but I'm not so sure how majah Jarril will enjoy havin' me take up -all- of yer time.. You're still t' go on the occasional patrol with yer original lot, ya know.." Trailing off, at this point, she glances up, the healer and fighter who were talking having been close to be within earshot of the Colonel. A frown, like a shadow, crosses her expression, and she glances around the infirmary and spies Jarril, her eyes narrowing skeptically. "Hmm."

Gavin hms as the leaves burn out in his pipe and hms, tucking it away once more after giving a final puff then looks about once more, smiling widly

Jarril looks at the healer and nods his head.  "It's clearing a bit, yes.  I should get back ta my work."  He starts to get up but is stopped by the healer.  "Hmm, only a bit?  I better go make another batch of something else then.  Wait here."  He waits until the major is back in his seat and makes his way back to the table and murmurs.  "Hmmm.  Now where's the sleeping herbs...."
 

"But...I don't want to lose another mom..." she murmurs softly, soft enough for absolutely nobeast to hear besides Zoe.  Slowly moving away from Zoe as if the colonel is a porcelain vase worth millions of dollars, Lain follows Zoe's line of vision, her own eyes narrowing on Jarril.  "What happened...?" she murmurs, her eyes following the healer at the table searching for sleeping herbs.

The healer doesn't here as he can't find what he is looking for and moves over to where Zoe is.  "Ma'am.  I need access ta the sleeping herbs."  He fidgets slightly and swallows.  "It's for the major."

"It would appear that Jarril again needs a talk 'bout not overworking.." Smirking in approval as she overhears the healer's mutterings, Zoe glances to Lain. "Howevah, it would seem the problem's bein' taken care of..." Falling silent as the healer makes her way over to him, Zoe nods a bit. "Certainly, lad. They're back in the herbs room, in a green crate. Hurry on, now, before the majah gets supsicious of me." She casts a glance towards Jarril.

The healer nods and goes off out of the room.  Jarril is looking about and pondering just leaving and getting back to working out just what went wrong in his decisions back at the patrol and gets up.  Looking about again he doesn't see the healer anywheres and takes his chance to leave, thinking everyone is busy talking to each other or with other things.

Oxeye drifts off for a moment, his frown relaxing and his paws falling to his sides. He grunts moments later and awake, hardly giving any notice to Jarril, Zoe, and Lain. He commences to stare blankly at the ceiling as he slowly slips into a laying position...

Rubbing her eyes vigorously to rid it of any excess liquid, Lain sniffs appreciatively, giving a gentle hug to Zoe before slipping off the bed.  "I'll be right back," she murmurs, scampering off to the kitchens, leaving behind a rather wet tunic front on Zoe.  Returning with a tray full of food, the haremaid sidles down next to Zoe, offering half of her tray to the colonel.

Noticing that Jarril appears to be sneaking out, Zoe, excusing herself to Lain, stands up and limps towards him, calling after his retreating form, "Jarril! Could I have a word with ye, please? Just had a thought or two more about, ah, the corsair group, doncha know?" She smiles beguilingly, gesturing him over with a paw.

Jarril rolls his eyes and turns to face the colonel.  "I am rather busy.  Lots of stuff that needs ta be done."  He frowns slightly but it's from the pain in his head.  "But, what is it?"  Looking back up again.  "Ya should be in bed, resting?"

Waving this away dismissively, Zoe shakes her head. "Don't need rest. What we need t' do is discuss this corsair group. Now, 'tis an ordah, Jarril, or a request, howevah ya take it, but come on ovah here. Reports can wait; this can't."

Jarril nods slowly and follows Zoe to where she is heading back to and stands there.  "What is it that ya want ta know, colonel?"

Taron comes in right as Zoe is talking, he is holding a cup full of 'tea' and looks towards Zoe, "well ma'arm, every beasts needs rest." He smirks and says "Now than I Heard some hare be needing a better head ach drink." he stops and looks around "Now than who might that be."

Jarril frowns slightly and turns to face Taron.  "That'll be me, I suppose."

Aching a brow innocently, Zoe looks to Jarril, "Headache, eh? Well, then, sit down, why doncha?" Doing so herself, she returns to her sitting position on the edge of the cot, gesturing to the stool nearby. "So. Talk. This corsair group. What d'ye intend t' do about it?" She inwardly smirks. Nice and general. That should keep him talking.

Taron nods and moves towards Jarril "Well sar, You wont feel a thing after you be takin this." he hands it towards Jarril. He looks towards Zoe "Mind ifin I stay fer this ma'arm."

Jarril nods and takes the drink from Taron and sits down on the stool and nods his head, not actually drinking at the moment.  "Not much is known at the moment, the other patrol that has been sent out hasn't come back ta report yet, although they are checking on the fort under darkness."  He pauses and lifts the cup to his nose and sniffs, which wrinkles slightly.  "What exactly is in this?  Smells worse than the last brew ya made me, wot."

"'Tis probably a stronger batch, if'n I heard Taron here righ'.." Shrugging unconcernedly, she looks at the drink with feigned indifference. "Drink it, though. Yer no good t' me if yer muddled in the brain. Now, when was the patrol sent out?"

Taron nods "Aye this'll clear yer head sar." He pulls up a chair "me ol mums recipe." he smirks "Garrentee it to be doin its job right sar."

Jarril nods and takes a sip and raises his brow slightly and then takes a bigger gulp and replies.  "They were send out this lunch time.  Went up north, they ta go down south later on in the afternoon and then get near ta the fort when it is dark.  It's a look, but don't do anything patrol.  Thought we needed a bit more information on their nightly."  He pauses and takes another gulp of the liquid and continues.  "Schedule.  When they change guard and all that.  I didn't think ta risk a day time watch yet.  Maybe in another patrol."  He goes quiet and drinks the remaining lot and places the mug down.

Making a few agreeable sounds her throat, the colonel regards Jarril quietly as he speaks and drinks. "Aye, well, that all sounds well 'n' good. And no othah patrols have come across them, have they? No more injuries.. or casualties, I s'pose?" She glances to Taron out of the corner of her eye, and one side of her mouth twitches, but she manages to keep her composure.

Chewing her salad leaf slowly, a soft crunching sound as she breaks the stem in her mouth, Lain sighs, glancing over her shoulder at Zoe, Jarril, and Taron.  Looking up at another cot, Lain silently puts her tray aside, chew the last of the leaf and approaching another healer.  "Here..." she murmurs, handing the distressed healer another roll of bandaging tape.

Jarril shakes his head.  "No, but they've found other vacated campsites, probably used for their other celebrating of capturing other woodlanders no doubt."  The major frowns slightly on that one.  "Who knows how many more they have."  Placing the mug onto the table beside him, he sighs.  "Been trying ta come up with something ta please Lord Bludstripe though.  Not ta mention other things."  The major looks away from Zoe.

Taron smirks "rasiliant" he says quietly folding his arms looking to the Colonel.

Her brow furrowing at Jarril's... moodiness, she passes it off as lack of sleep and sighs. "Lord Bludstripe will not be easily pleased when there's a threat t' the mountain, majah. Don't concern yerself with that. He's a Badger Lord. There's no excuse for 'em." She offers him a small grin amd then glances back to Lain, notes what she's doing, and returns her attention to Jarril and Taron.

Picking up her tray again, Lain keeps a fair distance away from the crowd of hares around Jarril, settling cross-legged on Zoe's cot.  Eating more slowly now, she gives a soft sigh, pushing it off her lap and hopping off the cot, scampering off behind a curtain.  Reappearing around the curtain briefly to grab something from her trolley, she disappears momentarily...

Jarril nods his head slightly and blinks his eyes before replying.  "Doesn't excuse the fact that I went and made some decisions that got some killed or hurt."  The hare looks a bit guilty.  "Considering I didn't end up being hurt meself."  He stops and frowns again, clearing his head slightly, before licking his drying mouth.  "Had orders on getting my stradegies perfected.  Been trying ta do that and..."  He stops and shakes his head again.  "And make sure it don't happen again."

Taron stands up and walks over to a coubord and lets the two talk as he grabs a tray setting a few choice jars of herbs and such.

"If'n I remembah correctly, it was on my ordahs too, lad... Ya did what ye had to, lad." Little frown lines wrinkling her forehead, Zoe shakse her head slowly as she regards Jarril, the truth coming out. "'Tis not yer fault, Jarril. It isn't." Then, standing up from her cot, upon which Lain is perched, Zoe rests a paw on Jarril's shoulder. "How about ye, ah.. sit ovah here, lad? On this cot, here." She gestures to the cot.

Jarril blinks and shakes his head and gets up slowly.  "But I have a lot of reports ta do, what with several majors not available, ya being in here, recovering.  I really need ta go back and finish it or."  He grabs hold of a table edge and steadies himself.  "Not ta mention sorting out better pla.."  He tries to stifle a yawn and then nods.  "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."  He moves and sits on the edge of the cot and blinks his eyes again and then tries to get up.  "What if someone needs my help, I have ta go and make sure everything is okay."

Taron notices the affects taking place and moves back over toward the cot and sitting back down in his chair.

"-I- will personally take care o' everything, Jarril. I'm not an invalid, or somethin', and I -am- a colonel.." She smiles kindly at the major and keeps him from getting up by placing a paw lightly on his shoulder. "Now, just sit righ' there, if'n ya please.." Lifting her paw, and gesturing to a healer behind his head to move Lain's tray of food so that he doesn't fall on it, Zoe nods down at Jarril. "There ya go. Now, we'll jus' talk fer a bit, eh?"

Grabbing her tray of food from the clutches of hungry healers, Lain manages to stuff the remaining tomatoes, plums, and elderberry wine into her mouth, pausing momentarily to chew properly.  Shoving the tray onto a pile of a measly looking stack in the corner to be brought back to the kitchens, she gives a meager smile to another healer to motions her over.  "What's wrong?" Lain inquires, stealing an idolizing glace in Zoe's direction as she approaches the other healer who whispers something into the young haremaid's ear.  "Oh...alright..." Lain stutters, grabbing hold of a stool and setting it down behind Zoe.  "Mayhap you should give your footpaws a break...?" she suggests quietly, peering curiously at Jarril.

Jarril blinks for a moment and shakes his head, the vision getting fuzzier as well as a strange sensation in his hearing.  "Talk.  Talk about what, then?"  He asks the colonel and lowers his head down slightly and jerks it back up.  "Didn't do anything wrong have I?"  He looks around and blinks.  "Hmmm, funny stool this, wot."

Taron stands up again and looks to Zoe, and then back to Jarril folding his arms moving next ot him "No sar ye avent done anythin wrong."

Watching as Lain removes the tray, Zoe silently gives her thanks with a nod, Zoe glances to Taron and voices her agreement. "No, nothin' wrong at all, lad. Just, ah... was wondering 'bout what ye and Blud talked about, is all.. Care tellin' me, wot?" She arches a brow, wondering if he's far enough gone to talk about it.

Jarril smiles slighlty.  "Oh we were both sitting along in the dining room, me and him ready ta see who could eat the most."  The hare smiles, daydreaming now in his half opened eyes.  "All of those delicious foods, trifles, cakes, pasties."  Jarril continues on and mentions a few names that had died in the patrol.  "They're all here."  He smiles as he continues to daydream.  "Edging us on and ya..."  He talks degrades to a slur and slowly he falls backwards with a flump, his legs hanging down on the side, completely fast asleep.

Taron moves his paws under his back and head to keep him from hitting things. "A little help getting him on a cot?" he says as he moves his head onto the cot and pushes his torso so it is more strait on the cot.

With a relieved sigh, Zoe does indeed make use of the stool that Lain has brought her, looking Jarril over with a concerned shake of her head. "Going t' have t' have a talk with him when he wakes up.. He's taking things too hard, he is.." Another sigh escaping her, she shrugs helplessly. "'Course, that's not a surprise. It's a hard thing t' take, losin' that many in yer patrol." She looks to Lain, "Dear, will ye give Taron a bit of help?"

Nodding obligingly to Zoe's request, flashing a brief smile to the colonel, Lain grabs Jarril's calves unceremoniously and drags his feet right way up on the bed.  "Zoe...you really should stop sighing," Lain comments with a wink over her shoulder as she pulls a white sheet over Jarril.  "And..." Lain adds, trailing off and dropping her gaze to the floor.  The part about 'losin' that many in yer patrol' really got to her.

Jarril lies there, breathing softly while murmuring some words of food.

Taron Looks up at Zoe and smirks "I wasnt sure Ma'arm." He stands up strait allowing Lain to finish setting the major up "It too longer than expected." He puts his arms on his waist "does he have a Leutenit to be helpin him Marm?"

Tired of sitting already, Zoe stands up from the stool, antsy. However, she's not too distracted that she doesn't smile at Lain's comment. She dips her head in an obedient nod. "No more sighin' from me, lass.. Nor from you, eh?" She reaches out, placing a paw under the youth's chin to lift her lowered head. "Everything will be jus' fine." She glances around, looking for an area where they can move to, so as to not bother Jarril's sleep. "Mayhaps we should move ovah there, eh?" She gestures to one of the healers. "Bring us some drinks, hmm? Water and cordial?" The healer nods and hurries off to do as told. She then glances to Taron. "No, no lieutenant.. but his patrol will manage without him fer a day, while he sleeps."

Taron nods and says "Well, I am not worried about the patrol Ma'arm," he moves over toward the Colonel, "I am worried for the Major, he needs help, he's going to fast and to hard."

Looking up silently at Zoe, Lain gives a stiff nod, moving towards an open area further from Jarril.  "I suppose..." she murmurs, sighing and then stopping mid-sigh.  "Err...sorry..." she apologizes, realizing that she had just done something that the colonel told her not to do.  Sauntering quietly off to a sink to wash her paws off, she dries them on a soft clean barkcloth towel and returns to Zoe's side.

"The majah already has help, Taron m'lad.." She grins a bit at the healer. "He's family - a cousin, so t'speak. I would've done something sooner, but I've been stuck in the infirmary since the battle. I knew he was probably havin' some trouble, with how seriously he takes his duty, but..." Her shrug suggests the futility of regret, and she follows after Lain, gesturing for Taron to follow.

Taron nods and fallows behind the Colonel and says "Well, ma'rm, I was just thinking that he maybe could use another officer, but I am sure we have none to spare." he shrugs and smirks "Sorry Colonel, I am thinking out of line."

Now sufficiently far enough away from Jarril, Zoe leans against a wall, looking from Lain to Taron. "Ya know, Taron. If'n you're so concerned about Jarril, I could have ye transferred t' his patrol. You could.. keep an eye on him, mayhaps." She grins innocently. "Just a thought."

Taron nods and smiles "I would be much abliged Colonel," He smirks and looks over at Jarril, "I have been around for a wile, I have seen a few new promotions have bad starts, I will help in any way that I can."

Glancing up at Zoe questioningly as the colonel suggests Taron to move to Jarril's patrol, Lain gives a long look at Triss, biting back a sigh.  "What about Triss' patrol?" she asks, looking after the broken major, wincing slightly at the memory of having to reset Triss' fingers back right.

"Majah Triss will be jus' fine, Lain.. She has all of the healahs of the mountain lookin' aftah her.. as you well know." She gives the youth a kind smile, having learned that she was one who worked on the major. "She'll be jus' fine."

Logain has arrived.

Keeping her worried gaze set on the major, her stance tense but casual as she leans to a side, Lain gives a hopeful smile at Zoe in a glance.  "I hope so..." she murmurs, a concerned line creasing her forehead.  "I wish I could just..." she trails off, her paws shaking in her anger before quickly calming down, not wanting a repeat of what had happened before.

Turning around slightly, Jarril curls up and remains sleeping soundly, his left ear twitching a bit but nothing else coming from him at the moment.

Taron eye catches the Majors movements and tilts his head "Thats odd."

Padding down the hall, the sound echoing as he moves is Logain. He pokes his head in slowly, eyes half-closed. Yup, the badger looks quite tired. "Is it alright if I enter...?"

A hare wandering over with a few stools for the loitering healers and the colonel, Zoe herself takes what's offered her and places her stool against the wall, taking the seat and resting her head back against the wall. Glancing up towards the ceiling, she smiles tiredly. "'Tis been a long day, and it's not even ovah yet." Then, at Logain's voice, Zoe's ears twitch a bit. "Aye, Logain, ye c'n come in. Keep t' the sides, though. No botherin' the patients, wotwot."

"Are...you sure I didn't make a mess of anything...tonight or..or yesterday? Jarril seemed pretty mad.." A badger intimidated by hare. Who would have thought it be possible? :P

Glancing at Logain in acknowledgement, Lain sets her gaze back on Triss, thoughts on how on earth the good major had got to be like this...  "Zoe...?" she asks, turning her head to the colonel, her stance unchanging, but her ear closest to Zoe perked and in good hearing position, the expression on her face giving her a more innocent look than anything.  "How did you get that arrow wound?" she inquires.

Taron nods to the major and says "excuse me a moment." he says as he moves toward the door of the infirmary.

"Oh, ah... this arrow wound?" She looks down at herself, "Ah, just in some cross-fire, doncha know? Nothin' special, wotwot.." Dipping her head in a decisive nod, she looks to Logain again, hoping for a distraction. "Oh, aye, you're fine, Logain, m'friend. Jarril's just been a bit, ah... testy, as of late. Why doncha come sit ovah here, eh? Pull up a stool."

"She charged recklessly into battle to try and save the squirrel and was hit..." Logain looks at Lain for a moment. "Honor to serve she has." He sits down near Zoe for a moment and yet as he enters he has a long item wrapped in cloth at least three feet long. Odd.

Wincing quite visibly, Zoe ducks her shoulders, her glance to Logain full of such loathing that words cannot describe. "Badger..." Trailing off menacingly, she shakes her head, lowering her head with a paw to her temple, rubbing softly as if anticipating the headache she'll soon have from Lain's yelling. "Gah..." She doesn't look at Lain.

Nodding to Zoe's explanation only to be hit with Logain's, Lain's eyes widen, whirling around, the tray in her paws flying, and literally glaring at Zoe.  "YOU DID WHAT?!" she yelps, forgetting to keep her voice low.  A few healers hush her before moving back to their patients, but not quite before Lain accidentally flings an empty tray that once had medicinal instruments set on it.  And straight at Zoe.  Uh oh.

Jarril moves about slightly to the noise and makes a slight noise before moving back to lying on his back again and continues to sleep.

Sighing and wincing further at Lain's loud retort, Zoe begins to raise her head, but then she notices the tray that is, well, flying straight at. Blinking, she yelps as well, "Crypes!" she ducks quickly, falling sideways off of her stool in the process, and tumbles to the stone floor with a *thud*. The tray continues flying end over end 'til it finds its destination on the floor with a loud clatter. And then, there is silence. For a second, anyway.

The badger jumps to his footpaws and goes to help Zoe up. He then goes towards Lain and bends down to be face to face with her, staring at her. "That was not very nice. At all....you could have hurt her." Logain straightens back up and shakes his head. "I come in..bad things happen..."

Jarril moves about slightly, the noise threatening to wake him up, but the potion continues to keep him asleep, for now.

The badger makes sure to keep the long cloth-wrapped package under his bad arm as to not let anyone see what is in it....

Squearking rather loudly as she realizes what she has done, Lain quickly runs past the badger to Zoe, her eyes pleading.  "Are you alright!?" she asks urgently, grabbing Zoe's paws.  "I'm so sorry, Zoe!!" she apologizes and then quickly phasing out to her more...angry mood.  "Are you insane?!" she murmurs, staring at Zoe through rather worried eyes, more than that....

The crashing of medical instruments to the floor rouses more than just a few patients. "Oy...wha's goin' on?" Triss mumbles, still under the white sheets. Pulling them down off her head, the haremaid peers down the row at Zoe's bed, blinking at what she assumes just happened. Looking between Jarril, Logain and Zoe, Triss raises a brow and cocks an ear rather comically. "What th'devil?"

Waving off Logain's attempts of help, she slowly sits herself up, wincing at the renewed pain from her bandaged shoulder, which she landed on. "Mmmph..." She grits her teeth, attempting not to curse, or at least to not be too profane in doing so, and manages, giving Lain a tight-lipped, pained smile. "I'm fine, Lain... And yes, I'm also insane, doncha know? But apparently it runs in the family." She laughs faintly.

"Hares....must be insane..." Logain blinks perhaps not realizing he said that outloud. Hehe. The badger watches Lain, almost expecting her to try and hurt Zoe...she did throw a tray at her. The badger stops at the door and his eyes stop on Triss. He tucks the package into his cloak trying to hide it.

Managing a small smile despite what had just happened, Lain quickly checks Zoe's shoulder, looking rather apologetic to the colonel.  "But...you could have been killed...!" Lain murmurs, "Zoe, I don't know what I'd do witho--TRISS?!" she stops mid-sentence, looking to be close to tears, and looks towards the major on the bed, awake and looking comical already.  Hey, look!  A distraction!  "Morning!  Oh wait...not...Afternoon!  Sorta..." she stumbles for the right greeting, giving a rather puzzled smile before grinning.

Jarril turns over again and moves a paw up to brush against his nose and flops it back down to his side, eyes still closed.

The door to the infermary opens slowly and Taron moves in stoping just infront of the badger, he backs up and looking at the badger who he almost ran into "Wow hey thar big fella." he smirks and notices him pawing somthing under his arm but takes no head, he moves around him and stops in the middle of the room looking around.

Giving a surprised blink at Lain, Triss flips her other ear over, making her deshevelled, bedded-for-three-days, hair look even funnier. "Oy...wha's goin' on?" she asks, peering beyond Lain at the dishevelled Zoe. "Er..." she blinks at Lain's puzzled grin.

"It seems Lain..tried to kill Zoe here with a tray...but the haremaid is much too quick for the healer..." Logain nods abit. He goes towards Lain and looks at her. "Perhaps you should rest....as well as you.." His eyes go to Zoe.

Slowly standing, Zoe peaks under her tunic and arches a brow at the growing pinkness of the bandage. Apparently it's reopened a little bit. Smirking, she glances around, having felt foolish on the floor for along enough. Thus, she stands, her eyes resting upon Triss. "Hmm." She limps over to the major, rubbing lightly at her shoulder. "Ah, just a bit of an accident, Triss." She grins a bit lopsidedly and sits on the edge of the cot opposite Triss'. "So, how're ya feeling?"

"Aye...accident..." Tris murmurs, giving another sweeping look to see who is in the room. She just catches Logain hide something beneath his tunic, but her hazel gaze quickly moves away. Returning her look to Zoe, she smiles. "I'm fine, an' you, Colonel?" she asks, peering at Zoe's shoulder curiously.

The badger goes quiet. He stands there looking puzzled and goes to step out....

Looking rather bewildered, having every happen far too quickly, Lain slumps into the stool that Zoe was sitting on only moments before a tray had threatened her existence.  "Oh man..." she groans, hiding her face in her paws.  "I'm /so/ sorry, Zoe!!" she apologizes, barely even chancing a look up at her aunt.  "I'm so sorry..." she repeats, this time more quietly, sighing in despair, despite all that she had said before about sighing...

Responding to Triss quietly, and exchanging a few more words back and forth, Zoe nods, excuses herself, and returns to the others, her gaze resting on the despairing and apologetic Lain. "Now, now.. I know ya didn't mean t' almost scalp me, lass." She chuckles at this point, "So, don't ya worry about it. Just, ah, no more trays for ye, eh? And -I- apologize, fer not havin' told you the truth. I thought it.. best. And apparently I was righ'.." She glances after Logain with a slight shake of her head. "But, that can't be helped. And, just so ya know, I wasn't 'reckless'. I was quite sure that everythin' would be fine." Ahem. Lie. She smiles reassuringly to her niece.

Jarril murmurs softly in his sleep on some random-ness and goes quiet again.

"If Jarril awakens, would one of you mind telling him I would like to speak with him please...?" Logain glances back at the others. "Its...important..." Oddly the badger looks worried....and when a badger is worried not good. Usually.

Raising an eyebrow apprehensively, Lain gives a sigh, turning to Zoe's pinking bandaging.  "I suppose you know what's best..." she murmurs, unable to hide the doubt in her tone as she quickly rubs her eye of 'a smidge'.  Sniffing slightly, she slowly unravels the bandages wrapping Zoe's shoulder together, biting her lower lip as she gets to the last layer.

Jarril moves slightly, his eyes moving about underneath his eyelids as he dreams. (The sound of large footpaws sound in his head as a large badger stalks him, roaring in anger.  "You lost how many!  This is completely unacceptable, major!")  His right leg kicks slightly then the hare goes quiet again as his dreams fade away for the time being.

Standing resignedly still and Lain unravels her bandages, Zoe looks at Lain, more worried about her becoming upset than her shoulder. However, she does take a brief glance at it as Lain removes the last layer, and it would appear that the stitchings have torn a bit, in places, small amounts of blood oozing from the wound. On the upside, it doesn't look a -pinch- infected. "'Tis looking well, Lain. Ya did well."

Jarril emits a barely underable slur in his sleep.  "No, sah."  Then goes quiet again.

The loud footpaws and walking can be heard once more. Logain stops at the door and goes to open it up stops for some reason....

Taron moves back into the infirm not aware of the comotion that has come of late, "Now that that be ova," he sniffs and tilts his head cracking it, he blinks looks at Lain as she helps Zoe, "What bluddy appened?" he asks moving over to the two

Blushing at Zoe's compliment, the haremaid hastily grabs a stool with her foot, dragging it over for her to sit on instead of crouching down to work on the arrow wound.  "Thanks, Zoe," she replies shyly, giving a small smile to the colonel, sniffing repeatedly as she tries to fix the wound up, disguising her crease of worry with a frown of concentration, biting back a sigh.  "I only assisted though..." she adds, turning to her trolley that happens to be right next to her.

Glancing up as Taron re-enters the infirmary, Zoe replies, her tone dry. "I fell." At the ambiguity of that, she smirks faintly, leaving Taron to puzzle it out, or inquire about it further. Returning her attention to Lain and what she's doing, "You may've only assisted, but ye did it well, and that's the most important thing."

The thudding of massive footpaws moving can be heard once more yet the badger doesn't enter nor knock for some reason. He paces.....

A runner comes in with a scroll and blinks looking about the room.  "Has anyone seen majah Jarril about.  This needs signing."  Spotting the hare, lying on one of the cots, the runner makes his way over.  "Majah."  Pause.  "Majah..?"  The runner looks about.  "What happen ta 'im?"

A healer, growing tired of the thudding footsteps from outside, steps purposefully across the room and opens the door, peering out. "Excuse me, sah, but if you'd please move on, or come in, that'd be appreciated. You're disturbing beasts." Sniff.

"I'lll...." Logain seems to ponder this for a moment, tilting his head. He rubs the fur on the side of his muzzle as he looks at the healermaid as he stands in the hallway. "Enter..I suppose. I'll be quiet..."

Nodding without interest, the healer holds the door wide, gesturing the large badger inside. "Please do, then... And stand still, hmm? You've boulders for feet."

Taron turns towards the door and then looks to the runner, "Quiet lad." he says moveing towards the Runner, "Tha majah, be needin his rest now," he moves over to him to try and see whats he needs.

Sniffing quietly as she works on Zoe's stitches, Lain glances at Zoe for a moment.  "I...didn't want to assist," she admits quietly, her eyes narrowed in concentration.  Paws shaking rather uncontrollably, Lain jerks her paws away from Zoe, shoving the needle into a bucket of miscellaneous items that need to be washed.  "Sorry," she apologizes for no apparent reason, a tear sliding down her cheek, unseen by all except for Zoe.  Quickly wiping it away before it becomes noticeable, she grabs a roll of white bandages...

The badger's ears flatten and Logain nods. He enters the infirmary and sits down near the door quietly as he can. Logain doesn't say a word.

The runner looks at the major for the moment and turns his head back to Taron.  "He wanted these old maps of the region found from the library.  Something ta do with the south-end of these lands.  Took a while ta find them as well, not ta mention all that bally dust getting into my nose, ears and mouth, wot."  He looks down to the scrolls and shrugs.  "I suppose I take 'em back then, until he's ready ta go through them."

"I'll take them..." Logain offers a paw out to the runner. "I will be able to read them...I am more then just a big badger with a axe..." Well he doesn't seem too happy.

Frowning, Zoe reaches out, staying Lain's paw before it reaches the bandages. "Lain, I'll have anothah healer do that, okay? Then.. we'll have a talk, hmm?" Her gaze traveling past Lain to Logain, noticing his discontent, she arches a brow. "-No- badger is just 'big with an axe', m'friend, least of all ye." However, this is said with only half-interest, as her gaze returns to the upset Lain. Doting mother type, indeed.

The runner ponders.  "Well, I don't know."  He looks about, knowing that they are delicate due to their age and doesn't think they could withstand the touch of a badger.  "I take them back.  I have my paws slapped if he finds them go fer ta long anyways."  The runner nods and heads back out again quickly.

Taron looks at logain and then back to the runner "Ah, I am sure the Major has personal reasons for theses, or they are for strategic reasons," he holds out a paw. "I think its best that the infermary keep ahold of them till the sar wakes up."

Shaking his head abit, Logain pulls his paw back. He rests his arms on his knees, and looks down at the floor staying quiet again.

Avoiding Zoe's gaze, averting her own to the floor, Lain nods, putting the roll of bandages back onto the trolley, only to have it drop and roll off somewhere to find some dust bunnies.  Pushing the stool back and sparing a teary glance at Zoe, the haremaid dashes out the infirmary door, pushing open the door to her dorm and struggling under the blankets, quivering.

Jarril murmurs again and moves his head to the right.  "No....many....die...stop...."  Then goes quiet again, some bad dream flowing through his head.  Something that Jarril didn't want to see in his dreams.

Taron watches the Hare maiden brush past him and sighs, "That lass looks up to ya quiet a bit Colonel."

Raising his head, Logain's face is actually abit tearstained with some in his eyes as well. The big blue eyed beast stands slowly as Lain rushes out. He looks at Jarril and then moves to follow Lain...

Frowning as Lain runs off, Zoe sighs helplessly and turns to Taron, nodding. "That she does.. She's a niece of mine.. Well, sort of.. I mean, she is, but " Trailing off, she shrugs, giving Taron a lopsided grin, "Think ya could bandage a hare maid up, mayhaps?"

Taron nods and moves towards her picking up the bandages Lain got, "Care to talk about it Colonel?" he asks As begins to wrap her shoulder.

Watching carefully as Taron wraps her up, Zoe replies absently, in a hurry to be after Lain. "She's not related by blood, but she's half-sister to m' nephew, Spritz. Don't see any reason not t' treat her as family, though. There's not really much t' talk about, on tha' score. She's a good lass, flying trays not withstandin'." Smirk.

Taron He nods decideing not to ask, He nods "Just a few more wraps Ma'rm." he says tilting his head as he finishes "She has potential as a healar marm." he sighs and says "She /is/ a good lass colonel."

Grinning a bit, Zoe nods, "That she is. Thank ye fer the help, Taron. Now, if you'll be excusin' me, I have a young hare to chase aftah.." Chuckling, she glances about the infirmary once more and turns, heading out and towards the only place she can think that Lain would go; her dorm.

Jarril breaks the silence.  "No.... didn't want ta kill them.  Please, not my fault...."  He turns his head to the left and continues in his sleep.

Oxeye's ear twitches. His eyes open as Jarril's sleepy rambling break his concentration. He rolls his good eye upon Jarril and lifts a brow. The hare shifts, but doesn't wake Jarril. In fact, an amused grin plays on his muzzle... They've finally subdued the Major.

Taron sighs saying "If this keeps up we'll have to be nockin im out again." he move over to jarril and puts a paw on his forehead checking for a tempature and nods "He's gonna be okay but I hope he awakes rested."

Jarril brow is slightly hot and damp, as his breath continues to be slow and regular.