The hobgoblin woman smirked, and cautiously moved to kneel by Durga so she could inspect her head.
"I don't blame you for your confusion," she said, eyes shimmering with magic as she used sight beyond her eyes to survey Durga's condition. She shot Motark a glance, and he cleared his throat.
"I know that this is shitty to you," he started.
"And had it just been me out there when we met, I would've let you go. Hells, we might have even had a conversation," he said, and he gave Durga a sympathetic smile. The hobgoblin woman held her hands a few inches from Durga's temples and her pain would start to fade away. After that, the hobgoblin stood up, looking to Motark.
"I know it's very difficult to trust me right now, but I will do my best to--"
Motark cut off when the sound of a deep, droning horn reached the tent, and immediately looked to the hobgoblin, whose eyes were similarly wide.
"Is it--"
Motark held a hand up, and she went quiet. Again, the same horn in the distance.