Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you

Circe waited patiently for Archon's companion to finish preparing a place for Hannibal. As they traveled Circe had been deciding how best to handle his various wounds. A pain reliever was in order, that was a given, and with Obi's help Circe would bandage Hannibal's wounds. The bruising she would have to keep an eye on and the sprain...for the most part would have to sort itself out. Perhaps if they stayed close to bodies of water like this one Hannibal could soak his shoulder as necessary.

Fleetingly she wandered if she should mix something into the pain reliever to make their captive more compliant; which wasn't a criticism of his behavior so far, just a belief that captives could always be more compliant. For now she would hold off on dosing him with anything until she knew more about Archon's plan. If it seemed in tune with what he wanted she would slip the captive something later.

Once Obi was done Circe bent down and dropped her right shoulder, enabling Hannibal to hopefully slide off without too much difficulty. "Will that leg hold weight?" It had during the fight, but they were a long way from the battlefield now and if she had her guess, the joints had stiffened.



"Talk"