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Constance frowned at Ro's response. "I did not mean to stare at them Ro. I just," their ways of thinking really were completely different at times, "I just wanted to able to do... something for them." Constance's shoulders slumped under Rohaan's arm. Would the Vokurians even want her help. Likely not. Perhaps she should learn to simply keep her mouth shut and take Rohaan's advice. It was not that she did not trust in his word, just something about her usually wanted to defy it. Maybe to prove to him that she simply could. Either way, she did just that. Shut her mouth and let Rohaan guide her onward.

It was then that an opportunity seemed to through itself in their path. Two poor girls emerged from an small alley. One dragging the other, who was quite obviously injured. Rohaan glanced to Constance with a look that said it all. She did not know what the girl was screaming, but had a pretty good idea. Her friend, possibly her sister, was in dire need for medical attention. Constance was no doctor, but she had helped enough to know a little. As Rohaan kneeled beside the girl, Constance took the opposite side assessing the girl's wounds. The most life threatening likely being the protruding arrow. Green eyes flashed quickly to Ro's in silent communication that they would have to remove it to help her. He was already shirtless and sopping up the girl's glittering blood.

Constance quickly went to work as well, motioning for the other girl's cloak. She seemed to quickly understand and gave it freely. Pushing Rohann's already soaked shirt to the side, she then used to cloak to help with the rest. "We have to remove the arrow, Rohaan." This was said quietly in between Rohaan's conversation with the girl, that Constance assumed was chatter to keep her alert. Constance was sure he knew as much already.

When he asked if she could sew, she glanced up with a mixed look of horror, disbelief and confusion. "I-I, I'm alright at it, but my," she looked down at her arm. Now, was not the time to make excuses or doubt her ability. Clearing her face of any worry, she nodded, "Yes, but we need to hurry." Rohaan had already instructed the girl to retrieve the supplies needed. Together they worked to dislodge the arrow. It was a grueling process during which Constance nearly chewed a layer of skin from the inside of her lip.

Rohaan did his best to calm the girl. Later Constance would commend him on his sweet efforts, but now she could think of little else aside from stopping the girl's bleeding. The arrow had been removed when the other girl returned with sewing materials, the type used for clothing. Constance cast Rohaan a worried look as she reached for the the girl's findings. Pain shot up her injured arm. Hesitation was all she showed of it, before she took the needle and thread. With Rohaan's help they managed to provide her with some decent stitches and at the very least, managed to seal the wound and stop any further bleeding.

As they snipped the last of the thread, Rheaj skidded to a halt next to them. "Gi'io'au'ri!" It took him a moment to access the situation, there was shock in his eyes once again, even after the breakfast conversation. Quickly he recovered, "The other's and I are going after the Ji'ci'ira. A few of them got away. Adau will tell you more, but," Constance did not miss the twin's accusing glance to the human, "It was as if they were looking for something. It might be best if we found them. Fast."

Constance's eyes flashed to Rohaan filled with panic and fear. What did that mean? Were they looking for her? Was Constance the reason they came? Was she truly responsible for all of this? Her chest felt pained and she quickly grabbed at it. A dizziness in her head followed, causing her to drop both the needle and thread and stumble backward. The last thing she remembered was gray sky.