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It was a small group that was currently moving through the shadows of Sulburri in the middle of the night. Of the four of them there was one woman in the group and with her small frame she was bracing one of the men, while the second man, a giant one with an eye patch, was carrying the third. They were heading as quickly as they could toward where a healer was located. They had to seek out one that wouldn't be the first person that Muata went to. They wanted to get the two patients to said healer, to get their wounds looked over, and make sure that the two of them would be alright. The big man, Deminis, shifted the one in his arms so that he could lift a hand to knock on the door.

As they waited for the one inside to emerge Deminis looked toward Incanthis and murmured, "Are you alright, Incanthis?" Turning to look over at the one that was being braced he murmured, "What about you Tiren? Will you be able to stay on your feel a little longer? At least until the healer arrives."

Incanthis opened one eye, the other swollen at the moment, and gave the best smile he could, "I'm really alright, Deminis, I think I could even walk on my own." He said this, but wasn't sure if that were the truth. Muata didn't care for Incanthis going against his orders, and when those orders had been ignored the man hadn't held back. It left him quite roughed up, not to mention at the time shackled so that he couldn't escape. Incanthis was certain that it was where he was going to stay... at least until Lamya and Deminis came to his rescue. Lamya had gotten her hands on the keys, Deminis had wrapped him in a cloak, and the lot of them had slipped away along with Tiren.

From what he gathered the whole group that served Muata had all vanished in a moment, leaving the man alone. They had all been loyal but the man snapping as he had caused the group to shatter... and here a fraction of them were. Deminis and Lamya chose to stay behind and see to those too injured to leave on their own. Once they were tended to they would leave we well, but for now they needed the help of a healer.

Incanthis gave a bit of a jolt of surpriise when he heard a familiar voice, that of a Water Tribesman that he had met a short while ago. It felt like forever ago after everything that had happened but it hadn't been that long. Strange that they would end up finding the pair when they were seeking a healer... he hadn't know that they were helping out in such a way. It was lucky, which was odd to think about. Mostly because he wasn't one that thought that he had any luck left, or really that he'd been born with that much of it. It was kind of a nice change of pace he thought as they all went inside, with Deminis looking both ways before closing the door.

"We are willing pay extra if you can lock up for the night and make it seem as though the place it closed." Deminis said, digging into his pocket to produce a fat pouch of coins, tossing them to one of the two Matori. That done he walked over to the bed that they were preparing, easing Incanthis down to sit there. Once he'd done so he moved to aid Lamya in getting Tiren to a bed as well, helping him to lay down since he was still feverish.

Lifting his hands to his hood Incanthis hesitated for a moment, drew in a breath, then let it out slowly as he pulled it back. He hated that he was being seen in such a condition, but what else could he do at this point? He gave the twins a momentary look through his good eye, then turned his attention to Tiren, "His arm is pretty bad off, I did what I could but... it's not good. At this point it might be better for him to have it removed, the infection is so bad. It's up to the healer though." He and Tiren had already talked about it and the man knew that an arm wasn't worth as much as his life, but really it was up to the one in charge of this place and her expertise. Incanthis had done all that he was able to do with his own abilities after all. His attention then went from Tiren to the floor, unable to look toward Abie or Aqio at the moment.

"It's nice to see you too, your brother spoke highly of you." A shame that the first time that he was meeting with Aqio that he had to look like such a mess but that was just the way of things it seemed. He should be happy that he was able to get out of that situation with just a beating he thought to himself, though still felt quite embarrassed to be seen like this by those that he knew. Still, Deminis swore by this place, said it was a place with discreet workers, so it was the best place for them to go. Muata would be less likely to find them here or so Incanthis hoped.

Turning to look toward the woman that arrived he gave the best smile that he could muster, glad when she said that she was going to be able to save Tiren's arm. It had been something beyond his abilities but it seemed that she was a woman of many years and therefore likely had power that Incanthis could only dream of at the moment. Able to relax one, his fear for Tiren easing off, he turned his attention to Abie, giving him a little nod. If it was embarrassing and awkward to meet with Aqio he found it was tenfold meeting with Abie again. Something that had his head bowing a bit, his silver skin coloring from a bright blush where he wasn't bruised up, "Hello Abie."

Tiren looked toward the woman who was in charge of the hospital, giving the 'water lad' a glance, before he gave a bit of a laugh, a labored one given the fever and pain, and said, "I will do anything the 'water lad' wants me to do if it means me getting back on my feet again." He murmured, finding his own joke funny even if Deminis and Lamya gave a roll of their eyes at it.

Incanthis gave a nod of his head, "I will be alright, I know I look like... well, this, but I am made of stronger stuff." Muata wasn't the first violent Oban that he'd dealt with in his life after all and he somehow doubted that the man would the last either. They were a terrifying race, but here was to hoping that others behaved better then Muata when it came to the various laws that had been put into effect since the end of the war. Giving the best smile he could he said, "Thank you for the help though, Abie, it was very kind of you." As well as being more then he could have asked for. He was a kindhearted sort, wasn't he? The sort that the world needed more of these days.

Pushing to his feet he lifted a hand, patting it gently against Abie's shoulder before taking a couple steps forward so that he could get a look at what the healer was doing. After a moment of watching he looked to Aqio, "Thank you for your aid, Aqio, it means a lot to me." While Incanthis might not care for Muata he did care about Tiren and the others, they had gone out of their way to help him and he knew that meant that he might need to do the same for them when the time came.

Tiren looked up at the moment that was holding him, giving him a grin, though one that might be a bit lopsided given that his fever was leaving him a bit out of it. He glanced at Incanthis, then back to Aqio, finding that he'd much rather focus on Aqio's face then Incanthis's direction if only because if he looked in that way it let him see what the old healer was doing. Bad enough that he had to feel it, he really didn't want to see it as well, "It's fine, this isn't so bad." He said, reaching up with his good arm to pat Aqio on the head. He was barely able to do that before the healer tweaked something in his arm that drew a hiss of pain from him, causing him to cling onto Aqio to help ward off the pain.

"Sorry... don't mean to be a clingy..." He muttered between his teeth even though there was very little he could do about it at this point.

With the help of Abie who was at his side, aiding him, making sure that he wouldn't tip over. He wanted to think that he would be fine on his own, but he wasn't positive of that. Lifting his hand up Incanthis rested it on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze, "Thank you, Abie, I appreciate the help. I want to be strong but I know that I could tip over at any moment, never a good thing." It was odd, now that he was somewhere safe and his wounds had been tended to, he felt... exhausted. He couldn't rest though, not yet, not until he knew that Tiren was going to be alright. The older woman seemed to be working miracles on the man's infected wounds, something that awed Incanthis greatly.

"She's quite amazing, isn't she? I don't think I can thank the three of you enough for all you've done for Tiren to this point." They'd help him as well but Incanthis wasn't as concerned for himself as he was for Tiren.

Tiren glanced toward Incanthis, as well as the others from the group he was traveling with, before he let his eyes close. Giving a bit of a lopsided smile, "I will do my best." He murmured, holding onto Aqio still, to keep himself steady. There was a part of him, a bit part, that had been more then a little afraid over the idea that he might lose an arm... but it seemed as though he might find himself lucky. Once his wounds were healed he meant to sleep for a week. Provided of course that Incanthis was alright as well. He didn't think he'd be able to sleep until he knew that for certain.

Incanthis's entire body went rather striff as he was pulled backwards to sit on Abie's lap, his heart thudding painfully in his chest. He had to squeeze his eyes closed then, telling himself that it was going to be alright, that it was just Abie, and that Abie wasn't... well, any of those that had caused him harm in the past. After a moment of convincing himself mentally that he was alright, not just because Abie was trying to help but also because he had allies nearby, he opened his eyes again, "I... suppose I am? I was more worried about Tiren then myself." He said in a hushed tone of voice. Now that the Oban with the bad arm had been tended to it was only natural that they would want to see to him next even though what he'd gone through wasn't nearly as bad by comparison.

He glance dtoward where Tiren was laying, able to tell by his breathing that he was starting to slip into deep, restful sleep, something that he really needed. He gave a bit of a smile before looking over to the elderly woman who was praising the healer that had seen to Tiren. He said nothing though, feeling that what he'd done hadn't been nearly enough. He'd been certain that Tiren was going to lose his arm after all but this woman was able to fix it, to save it, and that showed that Incanthis's own skills were that of a child.

Turning to the woman he gave a nod, "My turn, though please don't push yourself, you already did so much for Tiren."

A healing session and a nap latter Incanthis's eye were fluttering open, his body feeling a lot lighter now that the pain he'd been feeling had eased. It was just starting to get light out, something that his brain told him meant that he had to get to work. There was breakfast to be made, chores to be done, shopping he would need to do, and countless other things so that Muata and the others would be able to go about their day smoothly. It was as he shifted that he realized he wasn't alone, something that made his whole body go for a moment still.

Who...? Who was in his bed? No wait, it wasn't his bed, was it? Where was he? His tired mind seemed to be struggling as he sat up, rubbing his eyes, as he tried to figure out what was going on. It took some time but it finally clicked. He wasn't at home any longer, he'd gotten carried out by some of the others, brought to a healer so that he and Tiren could be healed. As for who was sleeping near to him...? He glanced over his shoulder and felt himself visibly relaxing when he realzed that it wasn't anyone threatening. Instead it appeared to be Abie. Giving a sighing sound of relief he laid back down for a moment, starring up at the ceiling, mind whirling.

What should he be doing now? Should he be contimplating leaving? Should he flee Sulburri? If he did where would he go? He didn't even know where any of his brothers were so he couldn't go to them. Where then? No real point in going home because his home was gone... leaving him at the same impass he'd been in for some time. The reason he'd never tried that hard to escape any of his Oban captors, because he had no where else to go. Now was no different, he had no where to go, and it was something that caused his eyes to grow a little damp. Something he did his best to hide by rubbing at them with the backs of his hands. Now was not the time to panic, instead he had to figure out his next move... though he was very uncertain as to what it was going to be.

Incanthis glanced toward Abie, lifting a hand to rest it on top of his head in a gentle manner, "Thank you for staying with me." He was kind of surprised, they had met once before, but Abie had no reason to stay at his side after the healing was done. The fact that he'd done so, it was kind of him, though it made Incanthis's heart hurt a little. There was a part of him that wished that it had been one of his brothers. There were days when he dreamed of such things, of being curled up with his little brothers, waking to them asking him for his help. How he wished he could do that sort of thing again... but he was more then certain that not a single one of his brothers wanted him, not now, not after he'd been so tainted by the Obans.

Forcing himself to sit up he rubbed at his eyes again and looked between the two brothers and said, "I slept well, thank you. Once Tiren is feeling better we will be out of your hair, I assure you." Where they would be going, that was the question, but they would figure it out. He just had to find Lamya and Deminis, had to talk with them, and see what their plans for the future were now that they had all turned their backs on Muata. It was strange to be away from the man, even if he was most certainly a dangerous one. Incanthis was terrified of the idea that he might find them, but at the same time he was confused as to what to do without him.

"How is Tiren? Did he sleep comfortably, Aqio?" Incanthis asked of the Water Tribesman that was in charge of looking after the Oban who at appeard to be sleeping deeply at the moment.