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Esra took the medical supplies with a grateful nod, and gently began to tug at the arrow. If the tip was serrated, he didn't want to risk further injury to his patient. Luckily, Esra was able to tug the arrow out without much hassle. Quickly, he pressed down hard on the wound, and grimaced as he felt sticky, warm blood soak through the towel he held. Persistence helped the wound to clot, and Esra immediately cleaned and bandaged the wound as best he could. He turned a glance over towards Delilah and Chase, but said nothing. After having tended to the other, smaller wounds plaguing the man's body, he turned towards his audience. "Please try not to disturb him. When he wakes up, you all can decide what to do from there. I'm not in a position of authority, and I'm not sure what you people do with your wounded."

Delilah shot an awestruck glance in Peter's direction. Who was this person? Finally, she glanced back at Chase, and then to Esra, and spoke. "Uh... who are you?"

"My name's Esra." The creature also threw a glance at Peter. "I guess I'll be staying here. For a little while, anyway. Come on, Pete. Let's let 'em rest." Esra saluted the two conscious people in the room, and turned to make his way out.

A ghost of a former resident from a faraway universe walked by, and in response to Esra's unfamiliarity with wounded resident protocol, the apparition replied, "Well, normally we roast our wounded over a fire pit. Then we eat them. Waste not, want not."

"It's Peter, actually." Peter replied as he followed Esra out the door.

"Sorry, Pablo." Esra smirked at his own sarcastic remark. For all his seriousness, he enjoyed cracking jokes. More often than not, Esra found that people would react to his jokes in one of two ways: some would laugh and go along with it all, and those who didn't find the jokes amusing would typically become irritated and storm off. In retrospect, however, the catlike alien was simply happy to have found some sort of civilization who offered him asylum. The joke, however bad in taste it seemed, was simply a reflection of that satisfaction.

Alfonse dozed just outside the castle. He had had quite a long night, and though he wanted to remain awake and observe the clouds overhead, he couldn't force himself to, despite his valiant efforts.

Alfonse started, and he nearly hit the poor wolf in his bewilderment. When he realized it was only her, he quickly relaxed. "Hello, Catori." He extended a hand for her to sniff.

"Well, what now?" Esra let out an uncertain sigh.

Catori glanced to see that Damocles was eating the rabbit. Afterwards, the wolf turned and sniffed Alfonse's hand for a moment, then began licking it repeatedly. She wasn't much smarter than the average wolf, but she knew enough to realize that doing so might bother him, and she had an impish side.

"I can show you where the kitchen is, if you're hungry."

Alfonse scrunched up his nose and quickly pulled his hand away. "That's not necessary." He patted her head, and gave a smile, though he felt somewhat unamused. "I don't know where your tongue has been, you know."

"I would much appreciate that." Esra's lips curled into a warm smile.

Alfonse grimaced, let out a disgusted huff and shoved the wolf away. "Please don't do that." His tone was less angry, and more pleading, than anything else. Alfonse, like any normal human, thought the animal to be cute, but felt rather perturbed by her actions. "It's almost as if you're doing this just to irritate me." There was the slightest hint of a smile in his eyes.

Esra listened silently, his arms folded across his chest. "Thank you. You have my gratitude for allowing me to stay." Unfamiliar with human culture, he quickly added, "Do you have any caretakers or... parents... around? You're rather young. But then, I don't know how humans work. You're an odd lot of creatures, really."

Kiba sat down next to Damocles and asked," What is she doing Damocles?" Damocles s=just shrugged and said," I have no clue." Kiba then looked at Catori and asked," Catori what are you doing?"

Ferra had just taken Aura out to do her business, and she happened to spot the stranger arrive at the edge of the clearing. "Aura!" she called to her puppy, hoping that Aura would follow, and immediately approached the girl. "Hello. Are you alright? You seem as if you're lost." She hadn't the faintest idea of what to say to the girl, and wanted to ensure the girl didn't serve as a potential threat before she let Alvina inside.

Delilah seemed to look relieved after the duo had left. She turned a glance towards the unconscious man lying on the other side of the infirmary, but he looked as if he would remain in that state for some time. "You know, you don't have to sit with me up here." Delilah chewed her lip. "It's probably kinda boring."

At Kiba's question, Catori cocked her head to the side in confusion.

Chase's eyes were pulled away from the door as Del spoke to him and he looked back at her with a smile. He slowly shook his head. "Oh no it's fine, I don't mind staying here." He said to her gently, but as a thought came to mind he sort of frowned. "I mean, if you want me to go..." He couldn't help but wonder if she said that as a way of politely telling him to go away.

Aura had stopped to check something out, but upon hearing Ferra's voice, she bounced back over to her. The pup never wandered very far from her.

Peter frowned, "You mean, like chores? Or, like... for fun?"

"Okay. What's your name and what is this place?" Alvina said as she followed the stranger.

(Qtip I hope this doesn't come out weird but when I went to follow you I saw your birthday and we share our birthyear.)