I will be chasing your starlight [Simper's "run" ]

[Requiem]

He was okay he was okay he was okay! He tried to impress that upon Simper and push him back away mentally at the same time. All while executing epic dive! between the back of the nearest cabinet and the wall. The big furry couldn't reach him here. Scrambling up the back of the cabinet, he peeked up over the top, seeing still more terrifying things happening to his glowing clutchbrother. A soft creel sounded in his throat. No, this wasn't good, where was SaviorHis? He darted back and forth a couple times along the top of the cabinet in indecision when the fat one pounced Simper. Why was everyone attacking his clutchbrother? A real, frightening anger was sweeping over Terror, who cheeped, startled, eyes shifting from the predominant orange, through deep violet to a scarlet red.

The fear of being chased had faded a few loping strides away, replaced by anxiety, then a burst of concern for Simper that naturally had F'ur turning toward F'lix, the distinction between the man and the mandyr hazy at best. No, it was Simper he needed to...he turned away again. Another step. Then whirled back. But Simper was...no. That wasn't Simper, that was F'lix - and Simper - and...he shook his head with a growl, eyes narrowing as the thing pinned his weyrmate. Terror's reel of impressions...a mandyr attacking Simper. He growled from his half-turned position, a slow, deadly grin spreading over his face, and suddenly he was sprinting forward with every intention of making sure that Jiggles never...ever...touched his or anyone else again.

And, for once, it was not the mandyr overriding the man.

Terror snarled, slipping down the front of the cabinet and boldly utilizing what furniture had not been toppled...and some that had...to zip across the room at an incredible speed. He didn't like the greens chasing his Simper. But they were negligible compared to the one who had tried to rip him, the fat little ball of shit. When he landed full on Mika's ever so convenient back, taking just enough time to rake his hind claws down her spine for her audacity to attack his Simper, he really didn't care if the landing or the subsequent jump threw her flightpath off. All the better if she ran into something and knocked herself silly. His spring took him over Simper, however, slamming into Jiggles in a dive and causing them both to roll in a tangle out along the bridge in a wild, out-of-control tumble toward the edge.

His mind flicked through options, lighting on the quickest one to disengage Jiggles from Simper without hurting his F'lix. But he didn't pay attention to the opening of the stairs on his left, and an arm snaked out, snaring him around the shoulders. He felt the cold metal slide harmlessly along his back, the jerk of arrested momentum. If anything was said, though, it went unnoticed, as did the fact that he hadn't been stabbed. Grabbed. Steel. Reaction. Hand shot up, found the pressure point between thumb and forefinger, F'ur stopping suddenly, thrusting his hip back, his leg between the unknown attacker's to place his side firm against their stomach. Second hand joined the first to control the palm, brought the arm down elbow first over his shoulder with a satisfying crack. He bent slightly and threw her over his shoulder, sending her skidding across the floor. The knife, too. Blood. His eyes flicked toward Cr'oph, but his knees were already weak. Pain in his back, dripping. Blood. His eyes rolled up into his head and he crumpled within twelve feet of F'lix and Cr'oph.

On the bridge, bare centimeters away from the edge and the gorge far below, the red flicked out of the eyes, Terror writhing in a moment of panic before one thought hit him. Blood. The blue went limp, still half-tangled with Jiggles.

[Ember]

Nocturne watched as things got out of paw fast. If a mandyr could roll his eyes, the blue would have. They were all so silly. Yet he stayed to watch, ignoring the dog while he watched the others. Jiggles made a bold move and Nocturne openly scoffed at it. He didn't expect the fearful blue to do anything about it though. From the moment that one had hatched shell it had been nothing more than a coward so the blue was wondering where it had suddenly gotten a spine.

He made his way over to the bridge with an air of a spectator. The run was clearly over since Simper had stopped running so he was merely there to watch. When Terror fainted the blue walked closer. It wasn't necessarily worry that prodded him forward - the blue just wouldn't tolerate another hurting or killing anyone while they were unable to defend themselves. It wasn't fair play. When Jiggles disentangled himself on his own from Terror he stopped moving forward and returned to passive watching.

Nocturne turned his gaze to the flyers and then promptly forgot about them again. Such pitiful creatures....That seemed to be a wrap to the chase so Nocturne was left to his own devices again. How dull. He wandered past Simper and brushed his mind in a dismissive farewell. There was no need for him to stay and clean up the mess. He wasn't the one who had caused it, after all, and the blue wasn't known for his helpfulness.

[Ruby]

The red immediately disappeared, replaced by solid violet. Verrky good, verrky good, Bomb mused, stalking just a step closer to Simper. No babies. He liked this plan. Excellent plan, in fact. Unfortunately, Jiggles chose that moment to appear, and the shift in Bomb's stance from upright to walking brought Mandyr into view. Nooo, those things were BOTH pregnant! There could be babies after all! With a wordless shriek of RAGE, he jumped at Jiggles first, more worried about the one his boyfriend tried to save from him last time. Brittle claws flailing, it was only the beginning of the run that saved him from being... scrabbled to death. Or something. Those claws were extremely ineffective.

But Jiggles, oblivious to the attack, took off after Simper, and Bomb took off after Jiggles. Mandyr was ignored for the moment - Jiggles was fatter, and more likely to spawn NOW. MUST. KILL. Not trusting a glide from this height, Bomb tucked his wings flat against his side, scampering straight down the cliff face, just inches from Jiggles' tail. So... close... BABIEZZZ! he shrieked, shaking and frilling, hissing at the fat things that wanted to force MORE fat things on the world. His anger was so intense, he could not express it in words, simply keeping up a string of profanity loud and shrill enough to wake the entire Weyr. No sleep tonight, folks.

The scene in the Infirmary rapidly turned into chaos, and Bomb was actually startled enough to actually shut up for a second. He had to take stock, figure out where the babyless one was, avoid the canine, kill Jiggles and Mandyr... a hefty task for such a shaky little Mandyr. Now which of those was most important?

Ah yes. Killing Jiggles, of course.

Bomb started out the window, throwing himself into a rapidly descending dive as Terror threw himself at Simper - no, at Jiggles. Well, that solved one problem, he thought as the pair rolled towards the bridge's edge. Mandyr was next, and the fat green had gotten tired of flying. With an ear-splitting BABIES RAVE! he lept at her, tiny claws digging in just above wing joints. They did absolutely no damage, snapping off immediately, leaving Bomb with no hold on Mandyr. He rolled off her back, wailing momentarily about his BEAUTIFUL claws that were RUINED, then got himself together and turned to Simper. What now, crazyblue? Mandyr's impending execution could wait.

[rii]

The bite of claws along his hindquarters took Simper by surprised. The adrenaline in his system that kept him running at full speed made him unaware of any damage but he could smell ichor as Jiggles's momentum carried him further ahead on the bridge. On pure instinct Simper turned on the spot and darted back the way he had came – only to see the two green fire lizards and Bomb, instantly freezing on the spot. With a soft keen the glowing blue curled around one of the ropes connecting the walking planks to the railing of the bridge. His little chest heaved as he tried to take in all the chaos around him. So much fighting and that hateful glare of red in their eyes. He never wanted this to happen; never wanted anyone to get hurt because of him.

Another glance toward Jiggles – now entangled with a snarling Terror – was followed with another whine of distress. Make it stop. Someone make it stop. Black claws dug into the twined fiber of rope as Nocturne's dismissal touched his mind. It hurt, on top of everything else going on, to feel that rejection..

F'lix palmed the stone, trying to keep upright on his feet and not surrender to the sinking feeling that was clawing at core. He swallowed thickly, drawing himself up just in time for Cr'oph to snare. "Noo," A softly whined whisper as F'lix tried to shy away from the weyrling to no avail. The raking nails drew a bristling from the bluerider, and when the words brushed against his ear F'lix's lip drew up in a snarl. The red hair, dark in the night, struck a familiar cord – the height looming – and as memories flickered rapid fire behind golden eyes all F'lix could focus on was that this one was Benden. Reeked of Benden. Roughly trying to claim him – couldn't get away – couldn't –

Saboth, gliding over the canyon in search of the wayward salamandyr, felt the mounting panic in his rider and shifted his attention to touching at their bond. What he felt, what he saw, made his eyes shift to a vibrant red hue. Snapping a wing to his side, Saboth made a sharp turn back toward the weyr ledges. That man. That man. Here. Now. Saboth would kill him. Eat him. Claws scraped ominously as the pale blue landed on the ledge that more-or-less belonged to just Inocenth (Saboth was content to spend his time on Onyth's) he snaked to the back, moving in relative silence with his jaws parted in a sadistic grin. No he couldn't fit through the door, or into the hallway.. but he would wait to see if the man got close enough to the opening for a quick snatching. Like a snake lying still in waiting. Oooh, and how long Saboth had waited for this man..

It all happened in the span of a single moment. The emotion disappearing from F'lix's scarred features as his fingers found the hilt of a belt knife on Cr'oph's waist. His free hand curled invitingly around the back of the bronze weyrling's neck. With a practiced ease the blade was drawn and – truly Cr'oph was lucky that F'lix was not armed with his personal slender blades, and the one he plucked from the weyrling was too wide of edge, short in length and bulky in his skilled fingers – pierced into the weyrling's abdomen at an upward angle that was heading under the ribcage. But he paused before pulling off the move, instead jerking Cr'oph's head down to get a nice view of his face because he wanted to see the surprise on the bastard's... face..

Not.. him..

The sneer remained, although F'lix's eyes slitted in a moment of consideration. Cold in appearance despite the tear tracks that glistened on his cheeks. He should just finish off the idiot and be done with it – the dagger twisted in consideration before F'lix shoved him aside; hooking a foot out from under him to make sure he met the floor. If Cr'oph knew what was good for him he would stay down. His gaze then trekked back to where F'ur had slumped to the floor. At once the expression softened, the despair from Simper coming back in spades..

Terror wasn't moving after his entanglement with Jiggles. Simper frilled, hoping that the purple-hued salamandyr had just fainted. Please, someone, help his brother. The blue sent out the general impression to all those around him of dismissal and.. sadness. He was sorry that he had made such a mess out of things. They didn't have to be angry at him anymore, he would go away. To Lilitu he sent his sincerest apologies against the ire she sent him – and a request that she please take care of Terror.

Simper leapt off the side of the bridge, flaring his wings to catch a tailwind that carried him away from the chaos. All that could be seen in the night was his spotty glow, one that suddenly stalled in the air and dropped like a stone into the dark waters of the river below. A vibrant swirl of translucent dust marked the waters, then dispersed as the current moved on..

F'lix gaze skimmed over his fallen Terror brother, the wounded green, and bleeding brown. He.. never meant for anyone to get hurt. The golden eyes fell on the bloodied knife, a frown pulling at the corner of his lips. All his fault. Fingers tightened around the hilt, a finality settling over him even as he felt both Saboth's and Lilitu's minds pressing against his own. The larger clawing frantically at the small opening in the stone, the smaller paling to an alarming shade for such a dark hide. He was so sorry..

The blade lifted, but F'lix wavered as a drowning sensation made him choke. A darkness over coming his mind along with a searing pain of separation. The bond was severed, and like a puppet whose strings were suddenly cut, F'lix fell boneless to the floor.

[Rei]

Jiggles had just gotten his feet under him when something else crashed into him sending in tumbling in an out of control spin along the wooden planks. With a strangled cry he fought back, trying desperately to detangle himself from his assailant. Fortunately Terror was small and Jiggles was large, not only in body but in girth. The dark mandyr ended up sprawled on his back limbs flailing ineffectually at the air. Finally however his assailant went limp. With a heave he flipped himself, Terror sliding bonelessly to the plank in front of him.

Jiggles gave a confused croon, his head whipping back to look at Simper where he was curled about the rope. His attention on Simper didn’t last long through for an agonizing pain shot through him and he shrieked wordlessly, writhing on the wooden structure, his hide rapidly paling in his growing distress. His cry was continued even as Simper leapt to his death. Wrong it was all wrong.

Another cry ripped through the canyon. This one voiced by Mavenath. The bronze flung himself off his ledge and dropped onto the ledge below his. Pain. Too much pain. Flinging his wings open and shrieking again the dragon’s eyes shifted from orange to a dark scarlet and grey. Leaping off he ledge he gave another wordless bellow, tail lashing as he gained altitude. His. Who dare hurt his. Pay they will. Giving another shriek he headed directly for Saboth, intent clear.

However a dark green shape hit him from the side causing him to roar in anger and turn towards her instead. How dare she! Onyth gave a challenging call and lashed out, claws barely gazing his glimmering hide as she twisted to avoid his automatic retaliation. Dipping her wings she headed downwards, the large bronze in hot pursuit. Saboth make sure yours is okay. She called back to her mate before whipping around to haze Mavenath again. Keep him involved until one of the golden ones could control the situation. That was her goal.

~~~

Elysia’s arm had snaked out to grab F’ur’s shoulders as he passed. It was an automatic response in an attempt to keep him from killing the kid. The greenrider had gathered from Onyth what was going on and grabbed the nearest weapon as she ran from her weyr. Unfortunately she hadn’t really had time to put on anything other than a long shirt, meaning she had nowhere to put the weapon she had brought. Upon grabbing the bluerider Elysia realized too late that the steal was pressed against his back where it was clutched in her other hand.

Her thoughts didn’t stay there long however as she quickly felt F’ur shift. She had time for a muttered curse before her elbow was snapped and pain shot through her body. The actual flip, the hitting of the stone floor was not registered past trifle annoyance because the greenrider was too busy trying to stave off the darkness that was seeking to claim her in response to the horrible pain in her joint. Biting her lip Elysia fought to keep from crying out but a whimper escaped all the same. Faranth’s fire. Damn this weyr damn them all to hell. Fucking stupid mandyrs. Idiot bronzerider. Where was her blade she needed to stab someone.

Staggering to her feet Elysia grabbed at her injured arm while examining the riders sprawled on the floor, one in a quickly growing pool of blood. Only one problem. Onyth was being attacked by the stupid kid's bronze. Hissing in irritation she meshed minds with her dragon in case the need to between arose before one of the golds could calm the situation. Sharding mess this was. Needed more help than she could provide. Hopefully it came soon.

~~~

Cr’oph gave soft croon as he was pulled closer. The drawing of his weapon didn’t register. Not until he felt the searing pain in his torso and the warmth of his own blood spilling. Gasping at the pain and sudden release of breath, he choked on what he wasn’t sure. The bond with Jiggles was quickly disintegrating in response to his pain and Simper’s own despair. The run was clearly over. Mavenath’s anger and immense concern washed over the tall red head but the pain was overriding everything.

The shock of it all kept him from reacting, and probably saved his life, as F’lix twisted the blade and swept his feet out from under him. Crashing to the floor his trembling hands flew to his wound but darkness was slowly edging in and Cr’oph found himself reaching for Mavenath desperately. Alone. Can’t be alone. Please. The bronze twisted away from Onyth then, dropping to make a clumsy landing on the ground. Cr’ophmine. I am here. I will not let you go alone. Head dropping as his hide rapidly paled he gave a soft high keen. Ignoring the green circling above, Mavenath tried desperately to wrest his rider’s mind from the darkness. Not yet our time. With a soft keen Onyth broke away and headed for Saboth’s ledge. Hers was hurt. That was now her only concern.

[raii]

Mika cried out in pain as the creature clawed her back. It ceased to be fun, at that moment, and started to hurt. Being rather young, this was the first pain the large green had experienced. She called out to hers, who was already running towards the flit with her fast runner legs. Giving up the chase, Mika flew in the opposite direction, towards Sari. Flying, her usual love, was now a nightmare. She had excelled in speed and grace, but now the muscles were stiff and slow moving. As she beat her wings, the muscle stretched painfully.

With each beat, Mika let out a soft yelp in pain. Ichor rose up from her wounds, green smudged on green. Just when she thought she could fly no more, Sari appeared. The green dropped into Sari's arms, wailing as though she had been stabbed. The wounds looked painful, but upon close inspection were not as bad as they seemed. They weren't deadly, and certainly not worth the fuss Mika was making. Lazuli, go get numbweed!

Lazuli, who had been trailing Sari in concern, immediately flew off. "Hush, Mika. We're going to get you some nice numbweed. Don't worry." Her voice was soft, smooth and calming, with an almost singsong tone to it. The flustered creature calmed down slightly. Sari rubbed Mika's head comfortingly. Will Mikaprettylittle be okay?[/color] Upasanath crooned anxiously. She'll be fine, don't worry, dear Upasanath! Sari thought to her dragon.

Lazuli swooped down to Sari, a jar of numbweed clutched in his claws. Sari could not tell where it had come from, or if it would be missed, but she didn't care at the moment. She was worried, of course. She hated to see an animal in pain, much less dragons or a cousin of them. When one of hers was in such agony, of course, it became a thousand times worse. Sari spread the numbweed with her fingers, too rushed to realize the effect on her. Mika sighed in relief. Sari inspected her numbed hands curiously.

[dragon]

Things went from weird to bad in a dizzying hurry. Mandyr slowed to a trot as mandyrs and flitters started attacking each other, and dragons also in the air. It was utter chaos, and she didn't understand any of it. Why were they all doing this? It was wrong! She peeped uncertainly, and was about to turn and flee the scene - the blue could keep his glow! Only something jumped on her and started screaming at her and trying to claw her up. Only the claws came off? At first she shrieked in terror, and then stopped to look down at the bits of talon trickling off her shoulders. This was just too weird!! She turned around to sniff at the creature that had tried to attack her with such miserable success. Disinterested in a hurry, she turned around again just in time to see Simper leap off the bridge, as two others apparently battled to the death. One of them sure looked dead anyway. Mandyr yelped and jumped to the edge of the bridge to watch Simper fall. For a moment she just stood there and watched the surface of the river, before sitting down and pointing her nose at the sky in a small, flitter-sized keen.

He didn't have to die!!

For a moment afterward she just sat there, a spot of calm in the whirlwind of chaos around her. Finally, she got up and trotted over to where Terror was sprawled. He wasn't dead, after all. Just ... sleeping? Now was a funny time to be sleeping, but oddly enough if fit in nicely with all the other random events happening all around her. Used to having to move a blue salamandyr, it was absolutely nothing and completely typical of the green flitter to scoop up the limp creature into her front legs. Clutching him to her chubby chest, she hopped a few times on her back feet, wings flapping for all she was worth, before she managed to attain flight. Creatures were still screaming and flailing, and this just wasn't a good place to be.

So naturally, she went home. Enough of this mess! And she took Terror with her. Only, she encountered another problem once she got there ... her blue was already there. So now what to do with a second limp blue? Confused, she put Terror down, and waddled over to where Dorava was sleeping through the whole thing, exhausted. Sitting down, she swiped at Dorava's closed eye, raking her talons over the flesh just hard enough to wake the woman with a start, not doing any real damage.

"What in the world?" Dorava demanded, sitting up after just narrowly missing smacking her head off the wall. Rubbing her face, she looked down at Mandyr. "What are you doing up?" She asked, before the flitter turned and nudged Terror's limp form. Even in the just-awakened haze that clouded her mind, Dorava knew that wasn't her blue. Partly because Val was inside her breastband. And he was the wrong color.

"What are you doing, mandyr-napping now?" Dorava asked, before reaching over and picking up the limp creature. After a cursory inspection, she decided he was alright for the most part. If oddly - unconcious. There didn't appear to be very many obvious injuries to have caused it. But someone was probably freaking out over the loss of the blue. Heaving a sigh, she slipped into a long shirt and padded out of her room, carrying Terror with her.

Mandyr peeped, entirly agreeing that a Mandyr-nap sounded like a superb idea. Flying after Dorava, she sat down on the greenrider's shoulder. Settling there, she lowered her head and went right to sleep.

Aonith, who is this, and where does he go? Dorava asked as she walked.

Sleepily, Aonith answered her, after doing a bit of prodding to figure out just who it was Dorava was carrying. That's F'ur's mandyr, Terror. She answered, sleepily. She didn't return to her slumbers, however, aware that F'ur wasn't a particularly nice sort. Not that the green could do anything about that. Be careful. Something is happening. A mandyr died tonight, dragons are sparring, the little brothers are all afuss down by the river.

Dorava blew a sigh. She must have been dead to the world to have missed dragons fighting. But Aonith didn't sound alarmed ... made her feel marginally better walking around in nothing but a shirt. Not a single weapon on her person. It wasn't an outside attack, then. She couldn't help but be curious what was going on, but she walked onward anyway, padding silently down the hall toward F'ur's weyr. Once she reached the hallway there, however, she came to a stop at the sight that greeted her. People everywhere, most of them crumpled on the floor, the scent of spilled blood a sharp tang to her senses.

"Oh for the love of Faranth." She groaned, before tucking Terror into her shirt beside Valiant. The crippled blue peeped a sleepy question at suddenly having a bed mate cramping his space. But otherwise he didn't really protest. Instead he laid his head across Terror and went back to sleep. Dorava, however, hurried forward to see what was going on. Broken arm - can wait ... collapsed body ... was that F'lix? He looked awfully pale. But no obvious injuries to him that she could see. Can wait ... onward she went, there, was F'ur. Also limp on the floor. Just what was going on, anyway? Again, very little in the way of obvious injury. He, too, would have to wait. Onward she stepped, sliding her bare feet between limbs sprawled on the floor. A redhead - she had no idea who this was. But there was definitely a lot of blood here.

"Hold still." She instructed, gently moving his fingers aside so she could see the wound. A knifing. Lovely. Aonith, notify Phremath that hers is needed outside of F'ur's quarters, please. Tell her we have four down. One broken arm, two unconscious, and a third knifed. Dorava instructed, as she peeled off her shirt. Quickly folding it into a compress, she placed it on the wound and leaned on it. "This may hurt, but it'll save your life. Just stay with me. What's your name?" She asked, trying to get the lad's attention, keep him conscious. "Do you know what happened?"

Aonith rumbled an assent, before contacting yet another surely sleepy green to relay the message to the healer. All things considered, she should have told someone on the nightshift, but neither Dorava or Aonith could think of who that might be.

[Requiem]

Inocenth uncoiled at the sound of wingbeats, coming awake instantly and snapping at the other blue with irritation. But his reaction was a harmless one. Partly because he recognized Saboth, and partly due to the fact that bare seconds after awakening, he felt first one, then the other of his mindmates wink out. While this happened with enough frequency not to entirely disturb him, Saboth in a rage was new, as was the bronze angling for his weyrledge. Inocenth's eyes slitted vemonously, tail lashing, and he hissed, springing from his ledge. And abruptly circling as Onyth cut him off, another irritated hiss following the first. She fell into the very small category of 'not to be touched,' which only irritated him further. The bronze had been attacking him. Or...Saboth.

Perplexed, the dark blue alighted on his ledge again, snaking into the main part of the weyr, his small frame not taking up that much more room. He prodded hard at His, feeling the man snap out of the darkness as easily as Inocenth's jaws could snap the bones of a herdbeast. Was he safe? The quiet near-cold of the man's mind told more than words did. No fighting. But something had happened. Something His couldn't tell him. Well. As long as the bronze's rider wasn't knocking His around while he was unconscious...dry amusement. No, he didn't think Mavenath's rider would be knocking much of anyone around in his current state.

Inocenth, please find Terror. He's lost. The blue acknowledged in silence, not commenting on the unspoken. An unconscious bug-sized mindmate, lost, was not the best of situations. F'ur had dismissed the bronzeweyrling he recognized, seeing that some shirtless woman was tending him. (If he'd cared enough, he might have bothered recognizing her, but F'ur really hadn't spared the pair more than the most cursory of glances.) A mental note that the broken arm on Elysia was likely his doing was his only thought regarding the woman. He was most concerned with his weyrmate lying in a growing pool of blood. Probably Cr'oph's. He allowed himself that bit of optimism.

Alive. Saboth was here. Still, he had to check, sliding his fingers along the neck as he cradled F'lix's shoulders. His dark eyes flicked to the others in the hall, almost in accusation, though truthfully there was nothing behind them but weariness. He...couldn't tell. No obvious wounds, but if F'lix was breathing, it was shallow. Pulse faint. He couldn't tell. A touch of panic, masked behind a twitch of his fingers, before F'ur pressed an ear to the younger man's chest. Felt the faint expansion of lungs, heard the slow heartbeat. He extracted the blade - Cr'oph's? - from F'lix's death grip, tossing it to one side. Drawing F'lix partially up into his lap, he buried his face against the other bluerider's neck. "Got to stop knocking yourself silly, kit," he murmured, struggling to keep the thickness out of his tone. "Always causing trouble. Tch. Come on. Wake up for me."

He shouldn't have known. Everything was hazy about the last couple of minutes, and Terror hadn't seen it. But somehow...he did. Still remembered his weyrmate, back pressed to him as F'ur perched on the end of the bed, asking him if it was selfish. To make Simper stay. A cold, tearless pain was clawing through his gut. "Damn you, don't. Damn you."

Not again.

---

Already on her way, after a Lust tugged at her, but Phremath's redirection had Kalierre stepping for the hallway toward F'ur's quarters instead. Dirk strapped to thigh, cane clicking briskly, bag with basic emergency supplies hanging from that elbow. And if she was otherwise naked, her hair a tangled mess and her face set into a decidedly irritable glower...well, most would forgive her that. Except perhaps the glower.

She spotted Dorava hovering over Cr'oph, tossed a flask into the woman's lap, along with clean linens. "Dampen them, and get that nasty thing off him." Her hand briefly squeezed the woman's shoulder, however. Not upset, just didn't really have the time to spare to be all gentle about it. She stepped briskly up to Elysia, glancing once up at the woman's face before tearing the sleeve. Far more delicately than most would have expected given her manner. Bone hadn't broken the skin. A clean break, in fact, one that threatened no blood vessels. Not going to internally bleed to death. One good thing, she supposed. Kalierre dug through her bag and offered a belt of Elysia to secure the arm with. "Across the shoulder or to the thigh, until I can look at it - or you can go to the infirmary and get one of the night shift to."

Turning, she glanced at F'lix and F'ur, crouching briefly to check that the younger of the two riders wasn't too bad off. "It's shock," she murmured to F'ur. "Get him warm." The man glanced up at her, nodding slowly before he disappeared with F'lix in his arms. She noted his return, the bluerider wrapped in a blanket, only distantly as she knelt beside Cr'oph. "How deep?" she questioned Dorava, running her fingers down his flanks lightly, looking for bruising and other injuries before she turned to the main one that would occupy her attention for some time.