Finch looked shyly away at his feet and stashed away the bottle into his knapsack, nodding to Fiona as she bid him her thanks. Gaela was more optimistic about her position than Finch was - not by much, but Finch was about ready to accept that Fiona might not see Camlorn. With an arrow in the gut, she wasn't about to last long. His crossbow was already cranked, and he kept watch as per the dear doctor's request. Faruq and Cyrendil disposing of the attackers - Faruq took a particularly rough blow, and Finch was wondering if the faux knight's arm broke from behind his shield.

Gaela spoke to him again, asked about a place for them to hide while Gaela did her handy work. Finch sighed and shook his head. 

[color=crimson]"U-uh,  behind the Orc? I don't think there's enough time to find a hiding spot big enough for the two of you. A-and, Gods, she has a gut wound! I don't think..."[/color]

Finch turned and watched Fiona down a health potion. Oh, Arkay, he wasn't sure if that was enough. He growled to himself as he fought to make the right decision.

[color=crimson]"...Okay, follow my lead."[/color]

He ducked beneath Fiona's other arm to help support the other half of her weight, and for such a small man such as he, it prompted a grunt on his behalf. This girl was heavier than she looked!

His arm shot out and he pointed his finger to the inside of the tavern where they just were a couple minutes before. It may not have been creative, but the guards did just storm in and broke all the fighting apart. They just had to clear a space and section of a corner with a barricade of tables, and they'd be set.

[color=crimson]"In there, come on. We can barricade the doors." [/color] He said. Then his mind traveled to the innkeeper, and the wine Finch had stolen, and all the wine he had knocked over when he tipped over the shelf.

[color=crimson]"If the keeper of the tavern hasn't already jumped ship, I just hope he won't be out for my... our heads."[/color]