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[MiscChaos]

Rowan looks at Jace with a look of confusion. HE'S good at calming her down? First he had heard of that. Still, he does need to try, if only because as mighty a warrior as Deriga is, it'd suck trying to fight her after she snaps. So he nods at Jace's request. "Understood." he says before entering the wagon Deriga. He has a moment where he scratches the back of his head. He's not good with words. That why when he speaks, he uses as few of them as he can. But he can't think of a few that will help in this situation, even if he tries using more of them than usual. He also doesn't think getting into her space would do that many favors, so he merely says, "You're not OK. Want to vent a little? It's enough of an opening that he can go from there. Hell, it's open enough that if she wants to vent via combat, she can do that too. It's an OK opening, he supposes.

[Taria]

Small gouts of flame burst out from both ides of Deriga's mouth as she huffs an unconvincing, "I'm fine" Tearing through a small dresser, she pulls out some light desert traveler's rags and begins wrapping up her body in the breezey cloth, concealing was was before majorly bare skin. Pulling out a burlap sac, she begin looking for any sort of metal odds and end and begins stowing them away into the pack. At one point she even finds a tiny old dagger and tests its strength by pressing against it horizontally between her hand. It snaps under the incredible pressure and she snorts, "Pfft, useless."

Meanwhile Jace is digging through rubble with his prehensile feet and discovers a medical box of some sort. Inside is a meager supply of gauze and some sort of healing paste.

[Thaedael]

The wagon rocked under his motion, the interior strewn with litter and rags. He sifted through the material carefully, flipping them over with outstretched toes, trying his best not to disrupt the grave site as much as possible. Surely people died here, he though, one wouldn't just leave the wagons for all their worth in the middle of a desert. He had managed to pullback a cloth of canvas, revealing below what appeared to be a box of medical supplies, as it was branded with on it's outer wooden surface. Carefully he tried to open it, knocking it aside and spilling some stripes of gauze and a paste. It had a strong smell to it and he was not sure if it was good, but the gauze would be of use. He grabbed at it with one foot, before hopping along upon one foot, wings spasming to keep balancing but only making him feel more ridiculous.

He made it out of the canvased entrance of the caravan, heading to where his two companions were, Rowan trying to comfort their distraught companion. "This might help with your wounds", he tossed the gauze to her. "There was something that looked like a healing salve, but I don't want to go putting anything weird in your cuts."

[MiscChaos]

Rowan stares at Deriga like she's dull, completely unconvinced by what she just said. "Like I just said, you're not fine. Nowhere near it. Nowhere near fine is going to kill you eventually. So vent. Hit me if you think it'll help. Just vent." he says before Jace shows up. Even after the harpy man shows up, he keeps his arms spread, awaiting a first blow if it comes. He thinks Deriga can express herself better physically than with words, much like he can. That's the thought process behind him leaving himself defenseless in front of the mightiest person he knows.

[Taria]

Deriga clenches her fist and swings it down against the floor as she punches a hole into the ground and begins tearing off planks of wood from the wagon and storing them in her sack. "Listen, I'm not some snotty little girl who has to talk about my feelings. Those types of girls are all dead now. Maybe at some point I had the silly idea that it'd be nice not having to be so rough and callous all the time, but that's just not the world we live in." Deriga points one of her scaled finger aggressively at Rowan's as she pokes him in the chest, Punching you in the face won't solve anything, right now I just want to survive." By now the sun is begining to rise over the horizon outside as the deert around them begins to shine bright with reflected light. Content that she's stuffed her pack with enough supplies that she's interested in carrying along, Deriga grabs the gauze and lifts up her shirt before wrapping it around her belly and tying a knot. She tears off what little bit is left and tosses it to Jace. "So are we moving on or what? I don't really care about the hit, it doesn't bother me."

[Thaedael]

He attempts to catch it with his wings, the last of the fabric falling to the ground as he failed to do anything other than redirect it with the movement of a feathered wing. How he wished he had hands at times like these. He walked up behind Deriga, wrapping his wings around her in an embrace, trying to calm her down. "Clearly it is bothering you. I think we should sit this one out and give our minds the chance to really let it sink in, the horror of what happened." he withdrew from her, picking up the gauze with one foot before taking up position beside Rowan, talons outstretched with the gauze in it's grasp.

[MiscChaos]

Rowan just continues to stare at Deriga as she rants at him, taking in what she's saying and thinking of what he should say back. He has a moment where he must actively restrain a fit of rage for her being in his space, but territorial nature coming into play, but he does manage to push it down. Good thing too or else this would become a knockdown-drag out brawl he's not altogether certain he could win. He takes the gauze from Jace, but just holds it in his hand since he knows there's likely nothing in that caravan now that Deriga has gone through it to hold it in and he doesn't need it right now himself since there isn't enough to wrap his arms in.

"You don't have to be a girl. Anyone should be able to talk without being ashamed. Surviving is what I'm trying to do now. I'm trying to defuse a time bomb. If you want to keep ticking, OK. I won't bring it up again. But tell me that with a cool head."