[IRP] Retreat to Nowhere

[Amoltamiss]

Cinia shrugged and sighed. "I'm fine. I'll be okay. 'Tis just a flesh wound," Cinia said softly, seated on the ground and wincing ever so subtly. "Pleasure's mine to meet you, Morgan. I'm also from Etruria." she continued, clutching her black book tightly. For the most part, her wound wasn't bleeding so much. It still looked unsightly and in need of attention. "I think I would be fine with a way to cover the wound. I wouldn't want it to be exposed to the air like this. Could get tainted with some terrible toxins or something. I don't really want to risk that. If you might have some cloth or some other material I could use..." Cinia continued, before listening intently.

"...I would not be satisfied with tarrying here too long, though. I believe a unit or two may be looking for us here. They will take a while, but we should consider where we're off to next since most of the action's died down here." she finally said, looking to how Bern did not open the gate and the pursuers had given up, with the diminished resistance force going the other way.