Aranti had watched the man carry the young girl who had fallen upstairs. Silently she made her way after them.
"What can I do to help?" The two jumped at Aranti's voice. Not waiting for an answer, she knelt next to the bed and took a hold of the girl's foot.
"What is your name?" The girl bit back a cry and answered softly.
"Benia," she whispered. Aranti expertly examined the foot. Then, she took out a bottle of something and poured it onto a cloth. She wrapped it around the foot and Benia's face showed a sign of relief as the pain began to pass.
Aranti stood and headed for the door. In midstep, she turned and pointed a finger at Benia, her face showing no expression.
"Next time, be more careful."
Downstairs, she once again took out her sword and placed it in the bare space in front of her. She sipped her tea quietly glaring out from underneath the fiery strands that hung down in her face.
She should have relaxed since this was, after all, very safe compared to the wilds. Still, she couldn't help but being tense.
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Beauty slept,and angels wept
for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose
to claim her for their very own.
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