Nyx tried her best to keep calm, and try to keep the people of the town off the streets and in their homes but the longer the battle partook the harder it became. She finally gave up and forced herself towards the warzone but the closer she came the harder she shook. She pulled out her bow and tried to fumble a arrow in to place, her breathing was too heavy and her head was too light for her to keep a straight aim. She pulled back and released, watching the arrow shoot straight up in to the night's mist. She hissed under her teeth and put the bow back and searched for her daggers but she had left them in her night bag inside the ruined tavern. She was useless at this moment, while everyone had some productive way to intervene in the fight. 

Before her mind could withstand the destruction these things had caused the last beast fell to it's knees and the entire place came to a still. The snow was gently coating everyone as they tried to recover from the last moments. Strangers had come together so fluently that she could only stand in awe from her perspectives. A strong feeling in her gut twisted, she didn't belong here. It didn't matter whether she did or not, she was here and she was going to learn how to fight or die trying if that's what it came down to. She climbed down from Balto and walked him to the stables once more, leaving his reign untied from the post. She didn't know whether to use the door or the large hole in the wall but made it inside either way. Everyone looked tired but proud of their victory. Nyx searched for her bag and placed it over her shoulder while stepping through the rubble. 

She didn't look at anybody and walked straight back to the bar, she was scared they were all going to ask her where she was during the fight, and how come she didn't put forth in the battle. She looked back to watch the woman Sipley walk in with blood marking running from her hair, Nyx quickly took her eyes off her and looked down at the drink in front of Caspian. "Whatever that is, I want it." The bartender's eyes widened, the girl who had come in with no experience with alcohol was asking for Gin, not like she knew the difference. He poured the small glass and passed it to her which she quickly took a sip of. Her face screwed together as the burn hit her throat. "That's disgusting.." She huffed out, a fluttering feeling hit her as she turned to look at the group once more. "You know, you guys looked like knights you'd hear about in stories." She whispered to Caspian as she watched everyone settle back in to the ruined tavern as if it was home.