Sunniva was shaking like a leaf, lips thin. Maybe this was a lost cause. Maybe none of this would be worth it.
Who was she kidding. Of course it wasnt. She just wasnt willing to give up someone who made her feel like she was on fire to the very core of her being.
While her intentions seemed pure. A Sister guiding a lost, angry brokwn man, they were entirely selfish.
"Don't use that," she breathed, "its dirty," she moved to her bag, fishing out a night gown - soft and well used - she moved to kneel beside him and press the night gown into his hands. It would leave her without but she wasnt exactly thinking of that at the moment.
The owner of the place wandered to see what the commotion was not long after the incident. "Oh my God," he stared, retched, and Sunnive placed a hand on Krahs shoulder.
"That man..." she shook her head, "he shot my companion with an arrow, probably intended to force himself on me after he'd..." Sunniva shook her head, "i demand a new room. I dont..." a shake of her head and the owner looked down before nodding dumbly.
He'd seen the crossbow when the man came in. Didnt think he'd use it. "Of course, gather your things Miss. Does your escourt need a doctor?"