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[CrimsonMoon]

" yes... But..." The Medic hesitates," If we put her on a horse... It'll kill her in a matter of hours. We have to keep moving though... Send a scout back to Dragonstone, and another to the Storm Keep.."

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Olin snapped at the guards, ordering one to take word to Dragonstone, the other to Storm's Keep, "How long until she'd be able to be moved?"

[CrimsonMoon]

"... A long... Long... " the medic answers softly

Maida pressed her forehead against her friend's shoulder, her gaze clouded with grief

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Brig rubbed the mute's back comfortingly, his lips curved into a frown.

"Very well," Olin nodded, "We'll have to wait, then."

[CrimsonMoon]

The medic folds his hands and murmurs,"... She was awake if she could hear the crossbow... What do you think she was doing..? Awake at such an hour?"

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"It doesn't matter now," Olin dismissed, waving his hand.

[CrimsonMoon]

"... I'm not implying she was trying to kill you... Just that.. I dunno... Soemthig woke her up..." The medic murmurs

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The Targaryen prince looked down at Indigo and sighed, "Well, all we know is that she got herself severely hurt."

[CrimsonMoon]

The medic jsut sighs and murmrs," What are you going to tell the Baratheons?"

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"I'll tell them what I know- I woke up after Indigo had been shot. But we'll be looking into who could have done it," He narrowed his eyes.

[CrimsonMoon]

"... Pray the they beleive you," he murmurs, getting to his feet

Maida was getnly hugging her friend's shoulder, Her eyes closed and breathig shakey

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Olin looked over at the girl and sighed, "You should go back to sleep," he encouraged softly, "She needs to rest."

[CrimsonMoon]

Maida blinks at him, biting her lip. Her large blue eyes wide and watery... Se nods slowly and breathes out heavily, leaning foreward and kissing her friend's cheek

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The prince hesitated, before gently patting her shoulder. He'd let Brighund try and comfort her- Olin was no good at things like that.

[CrimsonMoon]

Maida smiles weakly at Olin and reaches out, patting his head lightly

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He cleared his throat and slipped from the tent with a quiet, "Excuse me."

Brig sighed and looked to Maida, "She'll be okay. She's seemed strong."

[CrimsonMoon]

Maida nods quietly and palsm her eyes, trying to control her breathing

The older knight stood at the edge of the camp, looking at the body of anpeasant man, a crossbow at the man's side. The old knight sighs and picks upt he crossbow,"... This was meant for peircing armor... Not night clothes.."

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Brig sat down beside her, "I can stay in here with you, if you want. Until you fall asleep," he offered kindly.

Olin approached the knight, looking at the body, "Who is that?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" An assassin dressed as a commoner, i presume. No way a commoner could get his hands on weapon like this," The knight turns the crossbow over in his hands," He killed himself after he shot... There is an undergorund war going on, Prince,"

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"It seems there is," he said gravely, "Dispose of the body."