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Timothy sighs, "Can you believe this? It's raining! Mate, I thought we lived in the middle of a desert for a reason. Gimme just a moment..." He puts Ptelea down for a second to take off his jacket. He then throws it over her and picks her back up again. "They're you go! Snug as a bug in a rug." He glances at Ambrose in a half-apologetic manner. "Sorry, mate. Not going to give up my shirt for you."

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Ptelea smiles and burrows into the jacket a bit, keeping her impaled hand out of it, but slightly covered from the rain.

Ambrose snorts. "I can handle rain just fine thank you."

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Tomithy shrugs, "Okay, tough guy." He walks out into the rain which is surprisingly heavy. "This rolled in quickly, huh?" He heads over to a large white building, lights glimmering in the grey of the downpour. "That's the medical centre over there. You staying dry, kiddo?"

The medical centre has automatic sliding doors at its entrance. They slide open as Tomithy approaches, and he enters it. The entrance is not unlike a small hospital. There's a receptionist and everything. Tomithy walks up to the counter and gestures towards Ptelea. "Girl needs treatment. Boss's orders." He looks over at Ambrose. "You need anything checked?"

The receptionist calls a nurse to come collect them.

Tomithy places Ptelea down and moves Ambrose to be beside her. "This is where I leave you two, okay? Don't be causing any trouble now. I want to hear only the best!" He takes his jacket off Ptelea and pats her head.

Tomithy shrugs. "Sorry guys, not my call. Someone else will take care of you. Maybe my bro! Maybe one of the other nice nurses. Just take care of each other, you here?" He gives them a farewell wave and, with his jacket tossed over his head, walks out into the rain.

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Ptelea begins crying as he leaves. She scoots away from her brother watching Tomithy leave them.

Ambrose sighs heavily, shaking hs head. How was he supposed to protect Ptel when she didn't trust him anymore?

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A doctor with a kind face walks up to the both of them. "Ptelea and Ambrose, yes? I have received instructions to tend to the two of you. Please, follow me."

The doctor nods to the both of them and begins to walk further into the centre, gesturing for them to follow. They eventually come to a small room with a medical table and a nurse awaiting them. "I'd like to give you a full examination to check your vitals, Ptelea, but we will start with fixing up your hands. Ambrose, you have minor injuries, so we will tend to you later."

Aya walks up to Sacha's tent and waits at the entrance. She feels the need to some way announce her presence. If only tents had doors like houses did. Was Sacha even in? After thinking about it, Aya decides to call out uncertainly. "Um, Sacha? Can I please talk to you?"

Aya walks inside with her fists clenched. She gets to the topic the moment she stands in front of her leader. "Sacha, you're going to help Destin, aren't you?" She stares straight at Sacha, her heart pounding at the thought of the defenseless boy being kept on the other side of the river.

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Sacha raises an eyebrow a bit amused at Aya's show of assertiveness. She then nods, crossing her legs to tie her shoelace. "Aya, I don't know why you would even have an ounce of doubt to the contrary. Destin is a good friend of mine and nothing would ever come between me nad helping a friend." She gets to her feet and puts her hands on her hips. "I'm thinking of taking a small group, two or three including me, and going into the Brom territory to scope out what's going on with him."

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Aya lets out a sigh of relief. "Sorry! I should never have doubted you Sacha." She presses her index fingers together anxiously. "A small group, you say? Uh... I know I'm not much of a fighter, but maybe a situation like this doesn't really need to be a battlefield. How about recon? I could scope out the area as a hawk maybe?" She looks hopefully at Sacha. "I felt so useless being held a knife point. I want to be able to help him now."