The wine was honestly tempting, but Gaela had a point. Every little motion sent sharp pains through Fiona's abdomen. She'd been hit by arrows before, but luckily enough always avoided having anything vital pierced. She supposed that if her fledgling adventurer career was going to have any length, these kinds of things would happen eventually. It was good that Gaela was around, as Fiona expected she'd be in serious danger otherwise.

[color=salmon]"The thought's, [i]ungh[/i], appreciated, Finch,"[/color] she managed, wincing as she worked herself to a sitting position, back against the wall of the tavern. She still couldn't draw more than tiny bits of breath at a time. Cyrendil's comment got a single, somewhat dark laugh out of her, though her expression immediately morphed to pain afterwards. She wasn't on the best of terms with the Gods, as of a few years ago. No one worthy of execution in the Vigilant's eyes, she was sure, but Fiona and the Gods weren't really speaking to one another.

Courage was something she strove for. So quickly did the judgement seem to flip after the brief display of sacrifice on her part. And undoubtedly they didn't even know the girl she'd saved was the one that stabbed her moments earlier. There was probably some stupidity in there as well. As for her armor, that was just because she was poor and lacked any resources for it. It was bound to hurt her eventually.

[color=salmon]"I can walk, yeah,"[/color] she said, taking Gaela's hand and carefully getting to her feet, using both the Breton woman and the tavern wall to steady herself. She planted the tip of her sword into the ground afterwards, a rather broad and sharp walking stick for the time being. She took the health potion gratefully and quickly downed it. It wasn't going to solve her problems, but she was at least certain she could make the trip to somewhere safer now.

The sounds of centaurs and the struggle of battle still echoed around the village, making Fiona grimace. She hated feeling like this. Weak, out of the fight, vulnerable if any enemy decided they wanted to attack her. All because of one unlucky hit. She took in as strong of a breath as she could.

[color=salmon]"Let's get this over with."[/color]