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Riders of Rohan reverberated through her head back and forth like an echo....
The group and herself were so caught up in catching one of those wicked fiends that Dorran had described that capturing a fellow man did not even enter their minds. After her heart had ceased its thud against her chest and her breathing slowed, Incana realized only then what they had done. She felt just in their final decision, afterall they couldn't have known what or whom these people were. It still was no comfort to her.
Incana noticed Brand offering a hand to the conscious man, in turn letting the others know that they could now let their guards down. The woman could not but help feel horrible and guilt ridden for the attack. Her gaze immediately left the one man now standing and went to the still unconscious man on the ground. Incana knelt down and brushed some dirt and leaves off of his face and saw what she had done to him. The rock that she threw had hit him squarely in the forehead and left a substantial lump and bruising.
Incana stood up and walked over to her horse and took the strap of her water skin off of the saddle horn and went back to him. She knelt down once again and tilting his head she let the water drizzle down the man's throat. She looked up at Vaenosa, "This man is going to need some of that medicinal herb you found earlier. We will make some into tea, for her will surely need it when he awakens."
Incana then looked the other way and addressed the man beside Brand, "Am I safe to assume that your Lord would not send just the two of you?"
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