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"Yeah...of course," Owle answered.

She looked at the blood in concern, but ignored it for now. Her medical bag was in his motorcycle, anyway, so she might as well get him over to it. She stooped down, offering both hands to Kalis to pull him upright.

She wasn't strong enough to support him one-handed.

Once he stood, Owle put an arm around him, draping his arm around her shoulders even as he went to do so himself for support.

As one, they started towards the vehicle, one foot in front of the other. Owle was moving slow, taking small steps, glancing down at their feet to be sure Kalis would be able to keep the pace. "I can't drive your bike for you..."

The woman was about to suggest that they sit down and rest, while she patched up his wounds. Then he thanked her out of the blue.

"What? What hit?" She blinked furiously, staring at him in total confusion. She had rolled off of something when she first made impact, but she hadn't given any thought to what it was. "I hit something?"

Owle grinned at that, though she wasn't sure why he was saying it. Just what had happened?

"Thanks."

She helped him settle down by the motorcycle, then wasted no time in retrieving her bag from it.

"I'm up for walking..." She turned back to him and laughed at the expression on his face. "You can't be hurt that bad if you're excited about trekking through this place. Let me tend to you before we get going, though, anyway. Wouldn't want you bleeding all over the place." She smiled quietly, waiting for him to give assent before she started her ministrations.

Owle weakly chuckled at the joke, even though the wound made her wince inside. There wasn't much she could do about that, they'd have to see what could be done once they got back to the base outside the city. "Yeah, not much I can do for you...I can numb the pain if it hurts, but..."

When she saw the shallow cut she pulled out one of her little jars, a homemade disinfectant for cleaning out wounds, and gently used it to clean out any yicky stuff that might have gotten in there. It would sting a bit, but after a little while the pain would dull, the area around the wound becoming pleasantly numb. "Lessee..." She dug around, came up with a clean roll of bandages, wrapped it up and tied it tight. "That should do you for now. We'll see if we can't have someone else look over you when we get back, make sure you didn't break nothing."

"Sorry," Owle said. "I think it came a bit stronger than I intended it." Her eyes glanced up in his, pleading forgiveness. "It should wear off eventually."

She smiled a little at his statement, then simply watched him as he leaned back. She put her supplies back into her bag, and put the bag back into the motorcycle. Then she looked up at the sky. "Well, flying's not as safe as I thought it was..."

As Drake watches crumbled remains of buildings rush past the window on the way out of the remains of Saint Aggripina, his thoughts turn to the others.

Drake: Saul will be lucky to live...the stranger from the stairs will probably be fine. The street urchin...well, I only hope that something dire happens to him. And the healer...wait, where is she? And that friend of hers?

Drake's head sticks out of the window to check behind the rushing Humvee...nothing but dust and flattened corpses of the Infected who had walked in their path. Drake sighs and shakes his head.

Drake: They're both capable...I don't think I'll have to worry about them...and yet I feel bad that we've left them to the dangers of this ruined citadel.

Unfocused, his one eye gazes out of the window as his troubled thoughts tumble through his mind...

"It's fine." he answered almost without thinking. There wasn't any real need to apologize most of the time when people did, and the dismissal was as automatic as the words must have been for them. "Flying isn't safe? I guess that explains why they haven't brough in choppers to evacuate and just started bombing raids...." he opened his eyes to stare up at those open skies. Suddenly they started to seemed threatening rather than free.

"Owle. How far ahead of us did the other people get?"

"Is that what happened? Sorry. I mustn't've been paying attention, and... I just didn't notice." you'd think there could have been more clouds in the sky, just to loosten things a little, but staring up between the buildings, all he saw was an bleak strip of creeping orange.

In anycase, the others being gone was something to think about. In a jeep, they had more people together, many of whom were armed, which meant able to take care of themselves and each other. It was also a means of leaving quickly that was convinient even for the injured. Problem was, this place was full of unexpected things, and there were a good number of people who needed to get out. He and Owle weren't the only ones.

"Hrmm."

"Let them go." he said simply, turning his head over to her. "Things might get bad if a lot of people get stranded here. As it is, it's getting late, and we need to buckle down for the night before dark hits and we're wandering about. The street lights are probably dead."

Kalis pulled his good arm back, bracing against the bike, and pushed himself upright gently, wavering half way to a stand before he pulled himself the rest of the way up.

"It'll be easier to avoid attention with fewer of us. Let's... just find someplace we can hold up in until the morning."

Damn. He'd never been real big on movies or video games, but all instinct said staying through the night in the zombie city was a damn bad idea.

Dark was when the predators came out.

Last thing he needed was some 'boss fight' pulling some massive mutant freak on him again.

"...help me a little?" he asked reluctantly, bending shakily to take the bike and try to pull it up so he could drag it along beside him.