Well this day had gone to shit. Here he was dragging a strange little woman across the Range in search of a healer. Tyrian had told him to find his aunt Torrent so that's what he was doing. He really hoped she was around here somewhere because little as she may have been, the woman was giving him a crick in his neck. Jupiter paused when the barn came into view. He had an idea. "Hey, Bubbles. Can you bring me a rope? I think there's some in the barn." The pig blinked beady eyes at him for a second and then rumbled, "If it means not being left alone with that little ball of crazy, sure." With a shake of his bristles the pig trotted off.

Speaking of Nuada, Jupiter glanced back at her to make sure she was still out. This was such a mess and he wasn't sure what to do about it. Tyrian was pissed at him, his packmates were wounded, and he was now responsible for a small, strange woman who honestly, he'd been hoping not to see again.

Bubbles came back with the rope and Jupiter took it and Nuada to a nearby tree. He put her head up against the trunk and then lashed them together. There. Now she'd be nice and manageable if she woke up while being treated. With that done, he decided to just call for Torrent. Let her come to him.

This was a different kind of feeling than she had ever felt. She had many dreamless nights and usually slept very well. But after being knocked out from the blood loss and exhaustion, everything felt kind of strained and fuzzy. Her body was dead weight as Jupiter transferred her over to the barn and tied her up to keep her under control. She was still completely out as he went on his business, finding her a healer which she had actually never encountered especially over the last couple seasons when she would have needed it the most. The front of her body was littered with tiny scars, some easier to spot than others, from her on going battles not only for maiming and defense but simply just from her fun practice at the battlefield. She had a few minor wounds, two puncture marks on each side of her skull from Valdis wrapping her mouth around the base of her skull. These had a small trail of dried blood that ran down her face though the bleeding had already stopped. And she had a few claw marks from Tyrian across the left side of her face that were still fresh and bleeding though not too major considering everything else wrong with her. Her main injury was from the continuous attacks to her left shoulder. Her nearly healed maim from Noir had been irritated and opened up again, Pestilence's teeth grip on top her of her neck just beside the maim as well as a minor scratch from Pestilence's claw covers that was opened up more down the bone line of her front shoulder from Valdis' grip. Valdis had seemed to do the most damage considering when she went to face Tyrian, she could barely stand. All of her other injuries would be more prominent when she would eventually wake up. But for now she just snoozed along, her body not ready to wake and feel the burn. Walk "Talk" Think

Torrent had been hard at work arranging a corner of the barn to store the tools and medicines that the chubby little raccoon had insisted she needed to bring, and while at the time she had agreed to play pack mule to get it all here she was quite fed up. The teaching better be worth the aggravation or she might just eat the so-called healer and get it over with.

The sound of Jupiter calling for her was both unusual and extremely welcome, as Torrent swiftly abandoned the mess and strode out of the barn to see what her nephew needed, Pidge clinging to her neck and watching everything with the crafty gaze of a born thief.

She came upon him with a stranger, who he had trussed up like a turkey. Torrent's nose twitched at the reek of blood, old and new, that oozed from the captive, and she glanced down at the smaller female dispassionately, taking note of the various wounds. "How functional do you need her?" she queried, getting right to the point. The reason he had called her was obvious, after all, and the fact that she was a prisoner made it equally clear why they weren't wasting Alarr's talents on her. Well good, she needed someone to practice on. How careful she was would depend entirely on whether Jupiter needed the bitch for, and she was not going to guarantee that the work would be pretty. But at least she had a reacher now so she probably wouldn't kill the prisoner. "Pidge - earn your keep."

The raccoon tsked, but dropped down to waddle over to the unconscious woman and poke at her, muttering things under her breath that didn't bear repeating in polite company. "You, kitty, go get the blue handled bag and the waterskin. Chop chop now, there's a good kitkit." Asriel bristled in affront, but stalked away rather than burying his teeth in the fat little creature. He would get the things, because it would help Torrent learn, but the moment she reached mastrry he was going to eat that little thief.

Torrent tilted her head, noting the wounds with some interest now. Enough of them were new to say that she had been mauled relatively recently, but there were old wounds too that didn't have the same apparent origin as the others. A brawler, then, or a habitual victim? It didn't much matter to Torrent either way - a prisoner was a prisoner and she wasn't going to waste any sympathy on her - but it might matter to Jupiter.

He didn't have to wait long. His aunt was there in a flash with two companions in tow. Her question surprised him and it showed on his face. "Uhhh..." Jupiter glanced down at Nuada. How functional did he want her? That was an excellent question. "She just beat up a passel of our wolves," 'Our' was a strange word to roll off his tongue. "So alive and sellable, I guess, but if you feel like wiring anything shut, cutting anything off or, I dunno, taking a nap halfway through surgery, I don't think anyone would object." There. Let Torrent decide how much work she wanted to put into her.

Jupiter shrugged. He didn't have much invested in this woman. They'd been friends as kids and that had been enough to make him friendly at their reunion, but her weirdness had been one hell of a turn off and now this? He just wanted her quiet and then gone to minimize the amount of damage his image was taking in Fireside. The owner of a crazed groupie was not something he wanted to be known for. "Oh," he remembered a message from Tyrian. "I'm supposed to hang around if you need me."

Viper would continue to stay unaware of her surroundings and wolves and other animals around her. The noises of the healer’s companions and tools were something in a far distance in her mind, even the voice of Jupiter. Her body still laid there as if lifeless and would probably make question if she were alive, hard to see her deep breaths pump through her body. It was better this way, but it would stay that way forever. They were lucky she wasn’t awake yet because she sure wouldn’t be a compliant patient especially with all the pain her body ached through her sleepyness.