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Prince Tousa of Darinest

Tousa shook his chains at her. "Yes, let's because we can traverse the country chained to a wall! If I had done what you did I know I would have been killed. That is what I am talking about! Do you have no survival instinct in your body? I never said to be nice, I said to bide your time! Have you ever heard of putting on a front!?"

Tousa shook his head. "Of course you haven't, because you don't listen to people when they try to help you! You ignore them and throw yourself at your quite literal death now! You have chosen a fight I don't think you can win or run from now!"

"I can push aside what happened to you because you are quite literally yelling at me about how you want to kill my father! A member of my family! The thing that has you yourself wanting revenge!" Tousa took a step towards her. "I may not like the things he has done, I may not love him as I probably should but he is still my father, and if you want to kill him you'll have to kill me first Anja because I will not let you get close to him for your own personal vendetta."

Prince Tousa of Darinest

Tousa took the hit in the stomach and then stumbled back at the blow to the face, letting out a growl as he spit a bit of blood to the side and wiped at his face before he was tackled by Anja. He was about to comment when the guards came in to break up the fight.

Tousa took a moment and then heard the howl of pain. He lunged forward, quickly wrapping the chains that linked his arms around one guards neck before kicking the other in the side and then the temple with two quick snap kicks to send him stumbling. Tousa was then dragging the other guard towards the entrance, turned and quickly shunted him out of the room with a knee to the back before he turned to face the man who was holding his head from the two kicks, unsure of what was going on at the moment.

Tousa's vision went to Anja and the wound. He stumbled forward, bringing a sleeve up to his teeth as he ripped at his clothing, moving to pull the dagger out and toss it to the side. "Anja! Anja are you alright?" His head whipped to the guard. "Get out! Now! I have things under control!" The guard just kind of stumbled to grab the dagger though beyond that was unsure of really what to do. The guard he had tossed out was also coming back in and Tousa finished the ripping of his sleeve, setting it on Anja's shoulder before turning to stand and get ready to fight, arms lifted in a defensive posture. "Leave her alone! She's done nothing wrong!"

Prince Tousa of Darinest

"I've fought her once, I can fight her again." Tousa stated calmly, still ready to fight with what limited movements he had. "I can take care of her if she gets violent, I have been for the past month now. Now go until my father summons us or has orders for you unless you want to fight me and get beat about the head with chains."

He only glanced over his shoulder, looking at Anja for a moment to make sure she was okay. He'd have to wrap that wound in a moment. "Anja, it's alright... Just take a hand and press that rag into the wound. I'll wrap it in a minute okay?" Then his gaze was back on the guards, a frown etched on his features, his gaze on the knife that had been used to hurt Anja.

Prince Tousa of Darinest

Tousa watched as the guards left, only turning back to Anja when the door was closed. His fists were lowered and he turned to the person behind him. He looked to the wound and then to Anja. He looked around and shook his head, leaning in and placing his lips to the wound, sucking on it to try and pull some of the liquid silver out. After a few seconds of sucking, he turned and spit the blood out of his mouth before repeating the process.

"Don't worry Anja, it'll feel better soon, just hang in there. I don't have any water until mealtime, but I'll do what I can now and we'll rinse it out after okay?" He murmured, reaching to stroke her hair for a moment, face filled with worry rather than the anger he had for her a moment ago before he went back to doing his best to tend at her wound with what limited resources he had available at the moment.

Prince Tousa of Darinest

Tousa spit out another bit of blood and then glanced over his shoulder to look at the door. Once he had confirmed that no guards were peeking in he turned back and planted a bloody kiss on her cheek before going back to work, now using the ripped piece of his shirt to wrap around the wound. "That's why. It's also why I wanted you to follow my lead." He muttered.

He made sure to lace the bandaging tightly, a hand moving to push hers out of the way as he continued to work. He was no field medic, but it would do for now. "We're going to have to clean it regularly to prevent it from getting infected. You'll sleep in the hay while you're recovering. It'll make sure you stay warm, don't need you getting sick on me." Tousa then looked at Anja. "I'm not going to hear any arguments from you, understand? I'm tired of them. For now, just listen to me."

Prince Tousa of Darinest

Tousa shook his head. "What happened, happened, no need to apologize to me. I'll figure something out to get us out of this mess. I grew up in this place for a long time after all. Just need a bit of time to think."

His gaze then shifted over to the hay with her. "I think it's best if I don't... If anyone saw that, things could turn ugly very quickly here. It would be nice, but... Just have to play it safe for now. I hope you understand." He reached for one of her hands and gave it a quick squeeze as if to comfort her. "I defended you so at the very least we can act like friends. That much is something we can do. I still don't know exactly what the deal entails that my father made, but I'm not liking the prospects of what it could be."

Prince Tousa of Darinest

Tousa moved to follow after her, sitting down next to the pile of hay and reaching over to brush her head with his hand a few times. "Don't beat yourself up over this, alright? I'll get you out of here if it's the last thing I can do. I owe you that much." He watched the door, waiting.

It was not until a few hours had passed that their first meal was given. The door opened and Tousa opened one eye to see guards with weapons pointed at them as two platters of food were brought into the cell. "Your meals." Was all that was stated by the jailor, who sneered at Anja's condition. Then, just as they came, they were gone, the door locking.

As soon as they were gone and their footsteps had carried them away, Tousa moved over to the meal and picked up one of the cups of water. He carefully carried it back over and looked to Anja. "Anja, we have some water. Show me the wound and I'll rinse it out okay?"