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Rivven nodded, gesturing one direction with his hand and waving it about some. "That way, but it depends on where exactly you want to go. Lodgings are off to the east, north east to the rest of the town." He said, no idea that the man wasn't already a part of the clan. Not that it would likely matter, he'd stumbled on their land by accident and been accepted like part of a family already, and all he'd done is ask for refuge and kept to himself, save after each of his fights, and then, last night... but he was giving that too much thought, he needed to put his mind elsewhere. He wasn't surprised that the man was cautious of him, but he didn't really react. After all, he didn't mean anyharm, and he doubted many people would be afraid of a white haired young man with a hole in his shirt, though the tight fitting shirt showed off his muscles more than he liked, and no weapons but a knife. "Don't worry about it, just... calm down a little, I think that might help you some." He glanced up at the sun, and decided he had yet time to work out some more and take another short nap before he started getting ready. "I-I'm assuming... that you can find the town on your own. Do you think you can manage alright?" He said, not sure the man would be able to walk straight in such a thick forest if he was going to jump each time a squirrel chittered.

He nodded and casually waved a farewell to the man. Turning back to his clearing, he decided he'd first want to do some pull ups on a low branch- to help his shoulder get back to normal, and then sit ups for his large stomach wound. Of course, even though they had healed pretty well, he had to be careful for the next few days of opening them up again, though it didn't seem as much a problem for the bullet wounds as the stab that had reopened during the match. He'd have to give that another day or two yet, it was healing oddly slow for some reason.

Quils was motionless the whole time. Along with being poisoned he had bled too much from his own treatment. Having opened his wound more to retrieve the arrow head. While doing so he had stuck his tongue out in disgust at the condition of it and the color. Sweat began to form on his forhead, trying to move he rolled over, slowly falling off the bed. If Id could walk fine with grave wounds why couldn't he? Straining as he lifted his upper body off the ground, the muscles in his arms giving in halfway to let his torso slam into the ground. "Pathetic..." he uttered, rolling over onto his back and trying to reach up for the bed's side.

It burned, it burned like hell. He groaned at the pain, clenching his teeth and shutting his eyes. It felt like someone had set his leg aflame and was tossing kerosene into the wound. He didn't know the intent of the ointment but grimaced once he opened his eyes and spotted the odd fluid in a glass near him.

His lips opened partially as he tilted his head back. The liquid slowly poured in, causing him to gag as soon as it touched his tongue. It was a combination of sour and salty, the honey only making it tasts barely bitter. He gulped it down quickly, coughing in mid swallow. Quils eyes slowly focused onto Teresa's, he was surpised at how much attention she was giving him.

In the darkness Quils could feel the warmth. The medicine promptly put him out and he slept for hours. He awoke still feeling groggy yet akward. He noticed that Teresa was holding him. She was still sound asleep. Had she spent the night watching over him? He felt comfortable in her arms. Sighing pleasurably and leaning back.

Reaching up he stroked Teresa's cheek gently smiling. Her expression pumping his heart to beat faster. His eyes locking onto hers as he spoke. "Thank you." slowly he pulled her face down, pressing his lips to hers and kissed her gently.

Slowly he broked the kiss with a slight sigh of relief. Her lips were soft and gentle. In his heart he felt he had found love. His eyes were soft and sincere as he spoke. "Did you stay with me all night?"