Faroak trembled with irritance to what Bran had just yelled.

"If you hadn't noticed I was knocked out! Why don't you pull your head out of the clouds and stop reading that book! If you weren't so absorbed in your little fairy tale you would know what happened too! Your to out of it to even realize me fly through the air and land on that stupid woman and your telling me to pull my head out of the clouds?! Why don't you think before you say something, time is catching up with you Bran." Faroak was furious at Bran's ignorance and regretted what he had said, but at the same time he didn't care. Right now what mattered was helping Kari-Bliss.

Then he remembered the boy. That boy might know how to heal her. "I have an idea," he yelled then dashed off into the woods.

He found the boy not far away and ran towards him. "Hey
kid, Kari-Bliss is hurt. Come on." Faroak started running towaard the camp with the boy. ((OOC:Assuming he would follow and not attack FAroak since he doesn't know it was the same cat-person.))

((Just a couple things, K-B drug the boy the camp with her, there is no need to go chasing off after him, the book has been put away since before you regained consciousness so Faroak wouldn't know anything about it anyway, I misread your post and did not see you mention passing out, sorry. K-B has apparently already been healed, so chasing off after a kid who is already in camp with us isn't really necessary.))

With his cane laid across his lap sitting there he puts his hands to it and closes his eyes, focusing his will on the desired effect. As he focused the cane began to glow and its form changed to that of a finely crafted longsword, ready to be raised in Kari-Bliss's defense if need be.

(Thank you for pointing that out, I was going to :O Look who's on his game!! That earns you an applaud.)

Kari-Bliss groaned and her eyelides flickered a bit; her fingers traced lines over the ground. "Mmm...

"Bran?" She looked at him idly, her eyes misty, her face unconcerned and dettatched. "Whaa...?"

Leaving one hand on the hilt of his sword Bran raised a finger to his lip and gave her a simple "shhh". He didn't think he'd have to explain to her that the pool of blood she was laying in was her own since she was also covered in it. Besides, she'd need to rest after an injury that severe, no point in throwing her into a panic.

Faroak looked down at the drifting Kari-Bliss, then at Bran. He walked passed Tresta and said, "Come on Tresta, she needs space."