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 Ferleth continued to stand just outside the 'doorway', staring at it in clear unease. Possibly she was not yet mentally prepared to meet yet other new people at this particular time, nor go into their dwelling.}}
+{{wst>pinkgothic|With the refuge open, a sense of release touched Demarath's pent up emotions. He did not cry, although he took distant note that he could have, and some hours ago perhaps circumstances would have been right for it - but now instead it shifted his full attention to Ilirith, an almost paternal concern blossoming vividly in his skull. He had the good sense to keep it mostly to himself, though she would no doubt be aware of it, but he moved closer to her, ready to offer his help if she said anything about it at all.}}
+{{wst>shyriath|It was just as well. This close, Demarath could see that Ilirith was trembling with the effort of keeping herself upright. Shemyl appeared to notice this as well, though he too did not say anything about it. "All right, medical attention first," he replied, ushering them through the doorway. He raised his voice. "Shoss! They'll need you to have a look at them!"
+One by one, they went up a narrow, curving hallway; Ferleth reluctantly followed at the end of the line when it became clear that she would be left sitting outside otherwise, but she flinched visibly when Shemyl caused the "door" to swing shut again and become one with the rock face.
+The hall, and indeed most of the rest of the refuge, had a look of having been scooped out rather than cut, and it seemed that Shemyl or someone with similar powers had made it. Though the walls were not squared off, they were smooth, and the floors perfectly flat. The hall was fairly dark, but at the end of it was a large room - some kind of common room, it appeared, with a wide table and sitting mats - where, hanging from the high ceiling, were tiny, brilliant blue-white lights on silklike threads. Passages led away from the chamber in various directions.
+Two other takmar, both Chosen, were there. One was a bright red male; the other was a woman, pale blue speckled with yellow, and, surprisingly, rather older than everyone else present. Zadireth had mentioned once that Chosen aged more slowly than other takmar, so he did not know how to hazard a guess at her age, but she //looked// older than his mother.
+The male red male spoke up. "So? Who needs attention first?"
+Zadireth gestured at Ilirith. "Ilirith there has a wound in the leg. She's lost a fair bit of blood and we haven't had much luck keeping the wound clean-"
+"-and I'm not feeling very well, at that," Ilirith murmured, swaying slightly. "I don't want to take away from other priorities, but-"
+The male shook his head. "You first, I think." He turned back to Zadireth, who continued, "I've managed to crack some ribs, I think. The other girl, Ferleth, wasn't recently wounded but could probably benefit from examination. Demarath there seems to be the healthiest of us at the moment."
+"In that case," the female said, "he can help me help Ilirith to this room over here." She looked at him. "You take one side, I'll take the other." Ilirith looked like she wanted to object, but either out of prudence or exhaustion, remained silent.}}
+{{wst>pinkgothic|It was the most natural chore in the world to Demarath's instincts, carefully manoeuvring himself into a supportive posture. He said nothing, instead using the dim light to assess Ilirith from up close as much as he dared, not wanting to be invasive about it, then split his attention between her and the building's layout as he helped the woman bring Ilirith to the other room.}}