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"Not exactly. It was more like a giant flaming log, that was home to the giant flaming otter." Fin smiled warmly, he seemed to have recovered fast. "We survived, we are here, and now we must continue forth." He stepped from his bed, and put a hand on Leaf. He released his Lay-n-Hands into her, which would be very nice to feel, and restored mental fatigue.

"I believe we travel with the White one to the Air temple."

Fin and Leaf found the White Dragon waiting as Fin predicted. The dragon snorted a couple times before carrying them off to the next temple. It was surprisingly close by, in fact, you could Raurke's Keep from here.

The dragon had no advice to give, nor offered any items or spells for protection.

The duet walked into the shrine, where there was a pedistule in the middle of the room with the wind orb sitting on it. They could still see the White from where they were...

"Does this seem too easy to you?"

She stared at the orb, looked around the room. "I'm looking for the catch."

She nodded, "Thank you for the fight Arthur." Pushing off of him, she stood up from her straddled position, tossed a glance back over her shoulder at him and then walked towards Sevilin. Her fingers had already told her that her top was more or less ruined. Of course she could fix it but hell, right now it would be the same thing to just take it off and throw it to the ground. Wincing slightly she raised an eyebrow to Sevilin. "Ready to go back upstairs?" Then she turned and started to walk back albeit slow and trying to keep her body as straight as she could so as not to aggrivate that tummy wound she had going on and to keep from flashing everybody in the house.

"Put the orb back. Perhaps it triggered something when you lifted it off it's pedistal." She looked back at the dragon, waiting patiently for them. The others had all flown off and come back when they were needed. Were they being mocked?

"I would appreciate that..." She nodded stiffly and reached behind her to more or less hold her top together as she climbed the stairs and wandered into his room, leaning her head against the wall. It had been noted that Sevilin dind't ogle her or make her feel like she was a whore on display. That was rather nice of him. A glance at the bed and she sighed. She didn't want to get blood on his sheets and she was now bleeding from the front and the back among other places. Stripping off her bloodstained gloves, seh let them fall to the floor and began examining the damage to her arms.

Arthur was gasping hard for breath, being kneed once in the groin was bad, but four times was totally uncalled for! And it happened all because he cut her back and her top by mistake? So there he was, still trying to get over the damn pain he felt so he stayed there until it subsided. "And after I apologized to her..." He whispered before standing on shaky legs, then as best as he can he walked out of the arena and using the walls as support he made it back to his old room,;where in haste he made his way to his bed, but not before asking a serf to get him some ice wrapped up in a cloth, and bring a cleric to look at his wounds too.

He grabbed a serf on his way out. "Get a cleric for Arthur, just in case." Before contiuing on to follow Zahara back up, throwing a glance to the nursery as they had passed, the children playing in there. They were fine. Thus back to following Zahara and back to his room, watching her a moment. Well, he only really knew healing one way that was actually good, thus coming up behind her he placed a fingertip to her back, the air shifting and familiar runic effects around his person before he scribed a quick rune to seal the wound across herback, and intened to move onto others.