[ Is it a good idea to mix alcohol and pain killers? Not really. Does she have a clue? Even less so. So it makes it shockingly easy to drink from that flask in a gulp and feel that burning warmth all the way down her throat. Makes it easy to take another one after it. ]

Give her my thanks, the next time you see her.

[ Her eyes shut, her head rolls back against the log, the bark tugging at her hair that little, messing it up. For the minute, there's nothing there going on her head but the warmth that works from her heart to her fingers, her toes, taking relief in that. No, it's not the healing of the blackwater, but it's enough that she can close her eyes and just want to sleep. Wets her lips, arches her spine. That tired fog will reach her soon enough, so until then, time to talk to him properly. ]

Master Nash and I - we walked past the Count's tent - remind me to not pick a fight so soon after sparring your grandfather the next time, by the way - and we heard that man - Vorvolk, and Count Piotr talking. Spouted what I am sure you're aware of. That there isn't a place for us in the army. That Yuri and otherwise aren't impressed with such actions.