Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you

Archon continued to bathe in the cooling waters. The sounds around him drowned out. He had faith that Hannibal wouldn't be fighting any time soon and that even if he tried, Circe could happily send him to the next world. His thoughts drifted to his plans. He could trade the high ranking member to the foolish alpha in exchange for the shrine he so sought after.

Obi meanwhile guided the new capture to the ground as he spoke. He looked to Circe, ready to let her lead in the healing process. "What do you need?" he seemed to ask. He could speak, but it didn't cross his mind to ask something so heavily implied. He waited patiently, body half turned towards the supplies as he played the part of nurse.