Thankfully for Fiore, Fiore had a hard time sleeping, and thus couldn't sleep as soundly as he wish he could, so as soon as he felt the impact of Allereun's gentle hand smacking his face... for the fifth time, he woke up and grabbed Allereun's arm in an effort to stop her. 

"You can stop it now, I'm awake," Fiore said, his tone more serious and angrier than usual. Odysseus, without warning, let out a neigh, but it wasn't his normal kind, it was more panicky, almost as if he was afraid. At the sound of this, Fiore stood up, grabbed Exalia by its scabbard and buckled it onto his belt, all the while he realized there was a sound, voices, voices that didn't sound like the normal language the people of Ithelia spoke, and in that instant, Fiore knew exactly what to do. Fiore looked over at Allereun and the girl, holding his finger to his mouth, shushing them. 

"Mount your horses..." Fiore said in a hushed tone, his finger still to his lips. "We ride out of here, and we ride hard. We'll ride towards the nearest town and buy a room there, understand?" Fiore knew that he was in no condition to ride hard, if he did so the excruciating pain would hurt him a lot more than what a bandit could do, but he had to ride as fast as he could to the town, not for himself, not for Odysseus, but for the others. Fiore, slowly but subtly, walked towards Odysseus, trying to calm him down as he patted him on the head, slowly untethering him. After Odysseus was free, Fiore mounted Odysseus, waiting for the others to mount their horses.