#rivervale_lodge

Adam watches all with WIDE eyes, staying out of the way.

With the goblin taken away, and everyone scattered, Dagmar finally drops down to sit. She's in her full armor - the helm partially caved in by her jaw, the breastplate and pauldrons dented. She's spattered with blood, and not all of it is red.

Adam edges over to her.

"Hey."

"Hey." Tired, but neutral.

"You ok?"

Symon is also still here, but has disappeared into the kitchen again, leaving the two to talk.

A soft grunt. "Better'n Frank."

"Are you hurt?" Genuine concern; he moves around in front of her, dropping down to look up at her.

"Uh..." Blink. "Dunno? Not bad, don't think."

"There's.... blood." Worried.

"Oh.." Her tone is detached, almost numb. "Well, the green stuff is from the goblins, that's for sure."

"The hell?" Gerd perks "Blood?"

"Can I help?"

A little half-frown and she fumbles at her points. "Guess I'll have to fix stuff." More frown, and she holds out a wrist - the blood-soaked ties for her gauntlet seem to be evading her. "I... if you could... um. Yeah. Can't seem to get the knot."

He nods and works at it, and will continue to help her out of the battered metal.

Gerd walks over, "Okay. The Hearth and Chief are our biggest healers."

"Chief ain't spending no more glamour, no way."

"She winked out."

"Shit" She says "The Chief winked out?"

"Yeah. For someone who didn't even deserve her help."

A sudden wince and sharp intake of breath when Adam touched a buckle at her side - there's a gap between her front & back plates, filled with chainmail, and slick with red.

"Hey.... hey, what's this....?" He proceeds more carefully.

She pulls away, sucking in her lower lip and stifling any other noises.

"Sorry! Sorry.... I'm trying to be careful....."

"That's it, I'm seeing if Chieftain Clem can visit or anyone who can heal over here"

She breaks out her phone

"I got it, I got it..." she fumbles at the buckle, holding her breath.

A grumble as she stops. "It's fine."

Instead, she wrestles with her crumpled helm.

That, she does pry off. Her jaw beneath has already swollen into a tender purple egg.

"Oh....." Adam's eyes are filled with worry. "Maybe... would ice help?" He picks at another buckle, -carefully-.

Flinch!

"Sorry....." whispered.

"Okay, whoa, adam... we should wait till a healer gets here... for all we know her guts might come out if we play with this"

"S'fine..."

At the mention of guts she blanches.

He yanks his hands away.

"Ok..... Ok. What... what -can- we do?"

"Too high for guts."

"We can.. got someone on the way" She says relieved

A frown

"A DeBuke, we can trust them" Gerd says, "They're allies"

A knock on the door

And Gerd moves to get it

Adam hovers near Dagmar. "I could get... uh, a cloth or something, get you cleaned up.....?"

Excited sounds at the door "They sent you? Wow"

"Yeah, well, I know some spring magics and have a healing balm so..." Another girl's voice. One Dagmar has heard before but isn't too famliar with

She tenses, frowning.

And Kourtney DeBuke, a girl Gerd's age in a Paisley dress comes in with a basket "Hi, Dagmar. You might not remember me. I'm Kourtney. Came to see how hurt you are, help you out. Don't worry, I've got training"