Maen shrieked, crawling backwards until she was off of the property. She stared fearfully as blood ran from David's body, dripping. Her chest began to constrict, refusing to allow her to move. "David!" Her cry was feeble, almost pleading. She lifted her hand, touching his as the blood ran onto her fingers. "You need to be healed.." Her voice trailed off as she saw a growing shadow rising from behind David. Her eyes widened, "Watch out!" She rolled onto her hands and knees, beginning to take off, stumbling to rise to her feet.

She didn't look back to see if David was following. In her mind, she'd forgotten about David amidst her fear. Her legs were pumping in sync with her arms as she rounded the corner to the bar. Running through the bar, everyone stopped to stare at the girl, the one who'd been all smiles just hours before. Maen flung open the door to David's room, collapsing on the bed. She turned, looking to see if anyone had followed her. She was alone. Her face was pale from fear as she laid on the bed, shaking from adrenaline. After several moments of catching her breath, Maen rose, going through the drawers, searching for items that could be used to bandage David. Finding an old shirt, Maen freed her dagger from it's sheath under her cloak. "This should do.." She cut thin and thick strips -- she wasn't sure how deep the wound really was.

Maen shoved the strips of cloth into her quiver. "I should really get a pack." She grumbled before throwing it over her shoulder, taking off at a jog towards the house where she had left David.