[Sage]

As they walked, Jeanne looked around often, making sure they hadn't been followed. However, it seemed as though the soldiers hadn't even noticed them leave. Perhaps they were too busy tending to the fallen. Jeanne felt sorry for the soldiers who had been wounded, but she considered her own safety more important than theirs. If she had stayed to help, she would have been in danger.

She turned her attention to Feenai, who seemed to be holding up all right. Jeanne wasn't good with emotions, so she was glad that the other girl was no longer panicking. She turned to look at her. "You okay?" Jeanne asked quietly. Then she stopped walking abruptly.

In front of them were the exact same people who had just escaped from the tavern: the assassin, red-cloaked girl, man she had healed and one other who she vaguely remembered. The assassin was bleeding from the arm; it seemed that a chunk had been taken out of it. Jeanne shuddered involuntarily. "I'm not sure we should be around them," she said softly to Fee.