[i]Tender[/i], was the word Fiona believed Gaela used. Didn't quite do it justice, but perhaps that was because she wasn't allowed any rest, as was probably needed. Their flight from King's Guard was swift, forcing Fiona up onto a horse to ride quickly despite her only just tended to wound. It left a terrible ache in her belly, and a thorough exhaustion that spread to every limb, but Fiona refused to succumb to it, and kept her consciousness. She claimed to aspire to some kind of toughness; now was the time to prove it.

Unfortunately, she had no strength to protest the banditry they half-performed at the farm house soon afterwards. She supposed, given the way recent events had gone, that the encounter ending in anything other than brutal bloodshed should be treated as a victory. Running her mouth and her fists had gotten her into enough trouble for the moment.

With the night's rest, and some continued aid from both Kiralla and Gaela, Fiona was able to mostly recover before the next ride. The hole left in her jacket and undershirt she stitched up when she found a moment. It wasn't the first time she'd repaired clothing torn in fights, and it would be far from the last.

Camlorn was a welcome sight, even if it heralded the fact that their risky venture was about to come to a head. The bodies hanging with signs around them was no less ominous, especially considering that they were probably wanted themselves. A walled city with a legion of guards would be no easy escape if they were attacked, and Fiona had no illusions about their chances against an entire city guard. She wondered if she was the only one feeling a sense of longing, looking at the call to action around the bandits' necks. It was exactly the kind of job she would want to take, if she had the opportunity.

When they settled back in to another tavern, Fiona listened uneasily to the conversation, the formation of a plan. She would be the first to admit she was no great planner, especially when it came to operations like this. Scouting secure urban locations, forging documents, creating distractions. It sounded complex, and reliant on excellent timing. One piece going wrong could cripple the entire plan.

[color=salmon]"As long as I'm not doing much talking,"[/color] she muttered, following Gaela's words. [color=salmon]"I'm not much for subtlety, I'm sure you've noticed."[/color] She would be willing to pose as a Vigilant if it helped the plan, but she just knew if she had to verbally pretend, she'd end up blowing their cover. This really wasn't her kind of job.