#rivervale_lodge

"I..." She frowns, and looks uncertain about sitting down without collapsing into an ungainly heap.

"I will do what I can. Enough to start." She looks around and...gives a slight grin when she spots that they're near a patch of wild heather, very fortunate for her purposes.

"My names' Jerant, and we started in Georgia" He says babbling a bit from shock "It was my first time on a trod. I was so eager. See, I just got sained. They wouldn't let me on a trod. But then I got my name and I thought.. hey, I can do this now. And I had a Rover with me. Nothing. Could. Go . Wrong" he stares into nothing as he says that

She uses Speaker to harvest a small sheaf of it, and carefully begins to craft a braid out of it as she murmurs verses from an old Edda, ones of a victorious battle over foul foes.

Dagmar doesn't so much "sit" as slide down to the ground using the support of a tree.

Brekke puts a fair amount of her own glamour into the bunk, enough so that it is at least beginning to seep into the two wounded fae by the time Kerri arrives, being tugged along by Connor.

Olgar is least wounded so stands, eyes searching about

Kerri seeks out Olgar first, and her relief at seeing him looking hale and whole is obvious. But then she spots the two who are damaged, and her all-business expression goes into place.

Brekke looks up from where she kneels near them. "Hearth. I have started."

Dagmar's eyes close. She didn't mean to, but she's sitting, and the momentum of battle isn't there...

"Long story, love, but you'll hear it" Olgar assures

Kerri nods. "I'll do next steps. Dame, stay with us...can you eat?" Kerri hands Connor a healing cookie. "Help her, Squire. She needs to eat at least some."

A nod to Olgar, and she tries to look like that's reassuring.

"You may want to twist Jerant's horn upright" Olgar says "He's shocked now, but later he might appreciate the healing upright"

Then she turns to the satyr. "Hello. I'm Kerri. You're safe, and we're going to take care of you, but some of this is going to hurt."

She starts, blinking fiercely. "M'here."

"It all hurts" Jerant says

"Yes, we'll try to keep you from ending up lopsided." Kerri repositions the satyr's horn as gently as she can, and tries to do the same for his shoulder.

"I'm sure it does," she says to the satyr. "This will help. Eat it. Small bites." The satyr finds that his hand is being held near his mouth, and in it is a cookie.

the satyr grips the ground he's sitting on, then as she applies pressure sings out "Daaammmnnn that hurts"

then he gets his cookie and nibbles

Brekke has moved to support Dagmar, and together she and Connor make sure Dagmar has some healing cookie.

"I know," Kerri says soothingly. "I'm sorry."

Dagmar doesn't protest too much about accepting the cookie, but she's sluggish.

Jerant says "It's okay, I.. thank you" He touches his horn "A lot. "

"We will get you both up to the Lodge soon. You will rest by the balefire." Brekke's tone doesn't provide room for argument.

"How's the shoulder?" Kerri asks as Jerant finishes his cookie.

"Sorry, and yes Ma'am" at the orders

"What about the rescue?"

Olgar looks at Jerant, "Do you know when you lost the two you were traveling with? Any signs whether you were in willows still or?"

He's not ignoring Dagmar, but he is getting facts

"The trod broke between us... into different parts. We were told to stay on the silver but there wasn't enough.. our hands slipped i Lost.. the the other two" Ashamed "I couldn't tell where it was, but it wasn't near her when I lost them. That much I know"

Olgar looks to Dagmar "Dagmar... Concordia's big. The trods that link concordia, in their own way? Bigger.. our chances of finding these other two are slim to none"

Jerant chokes at that

"What about where they started from, or were headed to?"

Brekke says, "Dame, I will ask the Mountain to see what he can learn about how to track them down. Regardless, you need to heal. Can you stand?"

"Uh..."

Brekke helps her up if possible.

The hand up is needed, but Dagmar does get to her feet. No longer 'leaking.'

"You too," Kerri says to Jerant. "Let's get you on those hooves." She offers a hand.

Jerrant takes it, and is lifted up "I tried to hold onto them. I tried" He neds someoen to tell him its not his fault

Connor helps Jerant walk, under one arm. Dagmar is too heavy, but he can support the satyr.

"You couldn't have stopped this."

Kerri does not let go of his hand, and looks him right in the eye. "I am sure of it. This was beyond your power, but it was not your fault."

Jerrant says "Thank you. I... wish I could have.. thank you"

Kerri gives Connor an approving nod. "Connor will help you," she says to Jerant.

"Good work, both of you" Olgar says

Brekke is supporting Dagmar with one arm, and carrying Flyswatter with the other.

Kerri finally gets to move to Olgar's side. "You don't have any internal bleeding you're hiding, do you?" she whispers to him.

Dagmar is leaning more than she would care to admit.