[gremlin]

The man took a step away from Damaris and Roy, he cleared his throat to catch their attention for a few moments. "I'll tell my men to start helping, it's the least that I can do really." he laughed weakly then returned his sword to where he belonged. His eyes shifted back and forth from Damaris and Roy, their body language was odd and the way they spoke to each other. Though he pushed away any questions, he didn't want to be nosey. He left them.

Roy pried his eyes from the other man and looked at Damaris. He sighed a little seeing that the man's body language had changed. "You didn't do anything wrong," he said to him softly. "You were looking out for me and I appreciate that." he added then looked away from him, he brought his eyes to his wound. "I'm going to get this looked at now before it becomes worse." he hissed, he pushed past Damaris and towards the stairs that lead downstairs. There was a room to the left that was for tending to the wounded.