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Myr's eyes widened slightly at the mention of what Kain called the Roda I'l Lousta. Her eyebrows furrowed, then, and she grew contemplative and silent for a moment.

Not so much so that she did not notice Kain's self-ministrations. "Do you need a bandage?" she asked, trying to think about something else other then the battle they had just been in for a while. True, Shadow and Kain had been forthright enough in telling the rest of them that they would likely be pursued, but she had not thought it would get to quite this scale. Just who was it that they had angered enough to meet with this kind of resistance? Someone powerful indeed, it would seem.

Sighing softly through her nose, Myr took a seat upon the grass. She herself was covered in numerous cuts and a few large bruises where she'd stepped into blows to avoid worse ones, but these were largely negligible to her mind, and only a few were even bleeding that much. The fall from her last opponent's shoulders had required some rather dexterous midair adjustment, and she'd landed on an uneven patch of ground. Her right ankle was now protesting the situation quite painfully, but the sensation never made itself apparent in her face. It would be sore for a while, but it had not broken, this she knew instinctively, and that would have to be enough of a reassurance for now. Ignore pain. Either it will end... or you will. Something of a brutal adage perhaps, but then she never held anyone but herself to it, so perhaps it was not such a bad one.

She trusted that Kain would understand the most logical questions to come up in a situation like this, so she did not bother to ask them. If he wished to provide more information now, wait until the others came, or simply not elaborate at all, she would not press the point, as it was simply not a part of her nature to do so. Better to accept those things that you could not control, and expend effort only on what you could affect by doing so.