Vignette follows closely behind Athela

After the fight is over, Willow calmly sheethes her rapier with her uninjured hand before there's a slight pause. She then abruptly curses in Elven.

"Bon sang putain putain. Ow. Ow. Ow. Putain de Gnolls et leur putain de combat. brisant mon fichu poignet."

God damn ******* whore. Ow. Ow. Ow. ******* Gnolls and their dumb ******* fighting. breaking my damn wrist. Ow!

 She then calms herself down a little, biting back the stinging pain in her wrist before she moves to follow after her sister. She places her uninjured hand on her sisters chair. "Maybe... We should rest? I think a few of us need it."

"Okay, no." Bea retorts to Athela, getting up slightly from the ground irritated at the thought of continuing to move forward. "We're tired, we're tapped, we need to rest. I almost died, your sister's wrist is still broken. Garra can wait." The blonde remains on the ground, unwilling to move, mainly due to her body screaming for her to rest. "If you guys wanna continue, fine, go ahead, walk to death's door, but I'm staying here."

"****, what a mess. Who taught you how to fight!?" Cora barks at Vinegar, "A ******* can of beer??" Cora gets out one of her swords, turning to the fox. "That wrist is going to have to come off - look at that gross angle your hand is at. Come here." She starts walking towards you with the intention of fixing your hand.

Willow takes a step back from Cora with a glare. "Touch my wrist and I will end you Cora." She draws her rapier with her okay hand defensively, her eyes narrowed on Cora. "I just need someone to heal it with magic so buzz off." 

Athela stares back into Bea's eyes, her own unreadable. After a moment, however, she inclines her head. "Of course. My apologies, I allowed my emotions to get the better of me. You're right, we should rest." She closes her eyes, taking several deep breaths. "Mia, perhaps you could assist Willow with her wrist? Cutting it off is not the answer, Cora. Willow, put the sword away. I'll take first watch." She wheels herself to the edge the group, silently chiding herself for acting so rashly and remembering her lessons.

Six years ago...

Athela bowed her head slightly. "I'm sorry, Mother," she said softly, raising her head to gaze back at the small group resting behind her. "I must remember to put them first."

Cora scoffs, your attempt to indicate how dangerous you falling on deaf ears completely. "Ooh, easy there, scary fox, lets not exaggerate - I've seen you fight. You sure did show that wood panel a thing or two." she puts her blade away, turning to Athela. "Just trying to help."

Willow eyes Cora for another second before she rescheathed her rapier and looked to Mia, an almost thoughtful and sad expression in her eyes. "If you could it would be greatly appreciated." She moves to sit on the dock beside Bea, lost in a memory she remembered so well. If Mia would come to heal her wrist, she would let her, silent nonetheless.

 And yet here I am,  uselessly injuring myself again and causing strife all because I can't control my temper. Easier said than done... At least I have someone to keep me in check. Even though I wish she didnt suffer this fate.

Willow glanced at Athela, seeing her also lost in thought, that twang of guilt always present deep inside her. 

I'll try to make it easier on you. I promise.

Mia sighs, resheathing her sword. "I've been planning to assist Willow with her hand since I heard it snap, if only I've been given the chance." She feels her voice getting snappy, feeling impatient with the party. So much chaos. She'd pinch her nose to calm herself down and regain her composure.

The half-elf would walk over to Willow and take her wrist in her hand. Her hands were strong, but surprisingly gentle and she'd whisper in elvish, "Lotesse sina me'a sila tiri ar' panya lle quel." Mia's hands would warm and radiate with light. (Lay on hands x 3)

 She'd walk away towards Bea and kneel down, taking her hand in hers. "Revar.  Sar akh vian lida." The same warmth and light would radiate from her hands. (Last 2 lay on hands)

 Mia would let go of her hand and get up off the ground to walk towards the exit to the next area would be. She'd stop a few feet away and plop her ass down on the ground, cross legged. The half elf would cross her arms as well. Silent. It was as if she were offering to take the second watch.

During her watch she'd flip through her various senses to see if she could learn anything about this place: Divine Sense, Detect Magic, Detect poison and disease.

When it was her turn, she'd be quiet and alone for her rest. No reflection. Just darkness when she closes her eyes.

Cora didn't need to rest. She looked around. The large platform at the top of the tower was crowded with a diverse crew of humanoids. The prominent dock jutted out from the tower, overlooking the crowded bridges and streets below. An unoccupied sky coach with a dragon-shaped prow is chained to the south platform. While the others rested, she explored a 10-foot-wide outdoor spiral staircase that wrapped around the tower containing several taverns and shops that sold souvenirs and gifts for the city’s visitors to bring home to loved ones. The stair lead from the skycoach platform to the roof of the tenement tower. She peeked into area T3 and T4 and found private apartments.

"Hm.." she said to herself, looking around slowly to see if anyone was looking. Wonder who lives here. She kneeled and peeked though the lock.

Investigation: 18

The first apartment seemed to belong to an old woman. The other apartment looked disorganized and smelled of tobacco. She could see the shapes of Kenku inside. More than one. Now, that's odd. She tried the door handle, slowly, carefully, quietly. The room was unlocked.

Seeing the rogue slipping off, Athela quietly wheels herself after Cora. "Find anything interesting?" she asks softly, keeping her voice to a bare whisper. "Is it occupied? We don't want to get in a fight right now, unfortunately."

Cora startles violently as Athela speaks. "******* shit. You scared me. This door is unlocked. There's kenku inside.. Do kenku uh..live here? In this place?"

Athela frowns. "Well...they exist, but they're pretty uncommon. We shouldn't attack, though, not while the others are resting." Her eyes rest on the impromptu camp for a moment before she returns her gaze to the door. "If anyone gets hurt - well, more hurt...we're basically screwed. Bea and I are both out of magic, and I'm pretty sure Mia is too."

Cora reluctantly agreed. She had seen what magic could do, and even though she didn't completely trust it, she knew enough not to argue against it. "Alright." she said, and returned to the main group with Athela.

Athela gives Cora a small smile. "Thank you," she says simply before moving to resume her silent watch.

Willow, snapping out of her thoughts, glances up at Mia as the pain in her wrist vanishes. "Merci Beaucoup. It's greatly appreciated." She watches Mia move to Bea and makes herself comfortable on the dock ground. Assuming they were resting there for the night, she looks up and studies above her, silent in thought before she eventually falls asleep, her body grateful for the rest. Of course, out of habit she'd be one of the first people up, but the sleep was well put to use. 

After a couple hours, Athela quietly hands the second watch off to Mia before resuming her position at the edge of the group, eventually falling asleep in her chair.

What area would you guys like to explore?

After they finish resting, Athela glances at Cora. "Perhaps we should check those apartments," she suggests with a nod towards T3 and T4. "Cora, you said you saw kenku in one?"

"I did." she says. "I have the feeling something might be up in that room."