[i]No ones taking me anywhere,[/i] Ember exhaled.
'She might be lying.' Glowy hissed. 'The men are here to take you away. Drag you to dark places.'
The half-drow clamped her eyes tight, stressing over the possible outcomes of whatever torture they'd offer her in these dark places Glowy always told her about. She nodded repeatedly as Sunny instructed her on the care of her leg, though she was barely listening. Something about letting it cool. What needed cooling? Ember just wanted her leg to stop throbbing. 

'You need to get away from here.' Glowy whispered. 'Run.'
“I can't run.” Ember insisted as Sunny returned with the stick and held it out. Ember eyed it suspiciously before she grasped it, and Sunny's hand to struggle onto her feet. Or foot. Her left leg wasn't entirely fit to bare her weight, for the moment. The wanderer gripped the stick tightly and leaned on it, her head still spinning. 

Her amber eyes watched with (mostly) focus as the group of uniformed soldiers arrived. The pale one dismounted and came near, and Ember lowered her head and put her eyes on the ground. With half an ear, she listened to the second woman explain the situation, while her eyes looked around at the corpses that littered the ground. 
'Seems suspicious, doesn't it?' Glowy asked. 'A unit of trained soldiers taken down by men in leathers? And you and Bright Hair take one down alone?'
Ember swallowed. 
'This is a set up.' Glowy said darkly. 'They're going to take you away.'

“No.” Ember croaked, shaking her head. Tearing her eyes from the bloody carnage on the road, she turned her head to find the pale Captain Whosit staring at her expectantly. [i]Oh, Gods, what had he asked?[/i] The half-drow stared wide-eyed for a moment, trying to reply what she'd heard. “Er, I mean, no, I've never seen magic.” She muttered shyly, lowering her eyes again.