Shilah could barely bring himself to watch the battle, watching these women tear into each other with such brutality. Why was it things always had to be settled this way? There was also the fact that his future, his freedom was on the line. On of the things he valued most but he did not know which woman to root for. Could not bring himself to side with either of the monsters before him. After all, he did not know if the golden woman would release the slaves or keep them and there was always the fear that a new master might be worse than the current one.
The fight ended with Katja loosing consciousness. For a moment everything held silent in a few aching seconds. Shilah turned to see D?gmar take her leave and his heart leapt for a moment before wrenching in his chest as his eyes fell on the wounds of the warrior women. No, no, he should use this chance to escape but his heart had always been too soft. Shilah would tend to their injuries, Katja first as her's were currently more severe.
However, as Shilah gathered the herbs in his jaws Kapra rushed past him to attack the golden woman. Mouth stuffed with herbs he could not cry at the man to stop. What was wrong with these wolves? Barbarians! How they tore at each other like mindless beasts. But the healer knew better than to interfere. He did not know the situation and would not put himself at risk while there were others to tend to and even after both those fools finished fighting he would offer to help them as well. It was just who he was.
"Lady Katja? Katja can you hear me?" He reached out his right forepaw to gently shake the woman's shoulder. Her chest was badly bruised and the broken toes were definitely a concern as she would not be able to walk on them. And now the one family member she had was risking his own limbs and for what?. anger? Honor? Who was going to look after her? Who was going to help her walk out of here? Was he expected to? Shilah snarled to himself. What a mess?.. he really just wanted to go home.
