OOC: No worries! There really wasn't too much you could do with an unconscious girl! I figure we could just fast-forward until morning?
When Katahnia passed out Cauwyn released a heavy sigh of release. And also a fart which he'd been holding, but that hardly mattered. His hands slowed down to work more deftly and in no time the wound was stitched closed in a most professional manner. Though he had few fond memories of his childhood, he could not deny the lessons he learned had been valuable ones.
Cauwyn eyed the sleeping girl for a bit, her dress and yes the panties again. A few thoughts ran through his head and he couldn't deny that a part of him wanted very badly to entertain some of those base ideas. He reminded himself again, however, that that part of his life was over with now. Reluctantly he pulled Katahnia's dress back down as best he could.
He stayed by her side for a brief time, mostly collecting up his things and making sure his bone needle was cleaned and the stoppers replaced on the vials, though he did spend more than a few moments eyeing the passed out girl beside him. Her dress was ruined, sliced open and stained with blood. Cauwyn looked at his pack and then down at his own clothes with a heavy sigh. He knew the right thing, it was just really inconvenient..
Still, he stood and made his way to his things on the other side of the fire pulling off his simple cotton tunic as he went. Next came the boots followed by the pants, which wound up on the ground next to him with the tunic, leaving him standing in the nude only a handful of feet from the girl he'd found in the cage. He untangled his pile of things and began the process of donning his armor. First the quilted jerkin and breaches, then the hardened plates of molded dark leather armor.
Once he was covered he picked up his clothes and shook them the best he could to get the grime of the road off of them despite their dampness. Once they were as clean as he could get them he carefully folded them into a ball and sat them between Katahnia and the fire, close enough to her that she would know what he was getting at. Still grumbling though, as his new found nobility had brought up yet another great idea, Cauwyn then pulled out his heavy traveling cloak. She already had his bedroll and in the morning his clothes, why not his cloak too? Looking non-to-pleased with himself Cauwyn draped the cloak over the sleeping girls form, tucking the hood close to her head for use as a pillow.
With her comfort taken care of, at his own expense he might add, Cauwyn settled down next to his things beside the fire. He knew the girl would be warmer, much warmer, if they were simply to lie naked together and share the warmth of their bodies. They wouldn't even have to do anything! But he knew well enough that if she were to wake up to that, he would probably wouldn't be so lucky.. And so, grumbling, he settled down on the cold, damp stone floor of the dungeon and with his shield as a pillow closed his eyes for some much needed sleep.
Before he could drift off however a new smell assaulted him. It was rank and musty and forced his eyes open. He looked down at his armor, which he treated specifically for this and was baffled a moment until he realized it was the quilted jerkin beneath the armor. It had gotten wet and now he was paying yet another price for the strange girl he had just met.. He shot Katahnia a rather dark glare for while until his anger was sated enough for him to drift off into sleep. He was really starting to regret rescuing this damsel..
