Snippet #1913862

(OOC: Thanks for NPCing Aruna, all. I'm back now!)

"It'll be alright, the shock will pass" the blonde man told Aruna. He continued speaking to her, obviously somewhat unpracticed with comforting damsels in distress. She ignored him, trying to steady her breathing and ignore the aroma of blood pervading the air. She didn't feel quite in her right mind, and even though the kindly giant of a man had cleaned the blood off her skin, she felt she might let loose her “demon” at any moment and wantonly launch herself at him. She barely noticed as another man approached and began speaking to her.

"I am sorry ma'am. I have failed in my duties as a protector. I lost myself in the battle and thought only of myself instead of protecting you and any of the other people with this establishment."

The guilt in the man's voice forced her to come back to herself somewhat, and she took a deep breath, looking up at him. He seemed deep in thought, and she looked over at the barbarian, who was still watching her like he was unsure whether to comfort her like a baby, or cage her like a crazed animal. Unable to think of how to even begin explaining what had happened or why she was so upset, Aruna merely took another deep breathe and stood, unsteadily. She caught at the barn wall to steady hersef, and looked at the barbarian. “Thank you,” she said, simply. She looked him over once, but he seemed to have dealt adequately with his injuries. She looked over at the other man [Katusa]. “Are you hurt?” she asked. She figured focusing on healing others might help her to quell the bloodthirst within her. At the very least, it would make her less conspicuous.

As she waited for the man to answer, she heard Rendahl's voice coming from outside the barn. She heard the inn door swing shut behind him as he addressed someone outside [Munashii]. He sounded fine, and Aruna breathed a sigh of relief. At least he hadn't been around to see what she had done. Surely, the man was already suspicious enough of her without watching her bite someone's face off. She absently checked her palm, making sure the charm necklace was still there. It was. She clenched her fist over it tightly, determined never to be deprived of it again.