Carianna smiled. "You are outvoted, two to one," she said. "I will dull your pain. I won't really continue the healing, since it would be of little use. Oh..." She turned to Ciprian. "I assume you are going to turn in these men now? Make it quick. We wouldn't want Cian to have him getting sick because of his new hole..." Carianna said as she pulled Cian's shirt up so she could get a good look at it. "Mmhmm..." she muttered to herself like doctors did to mock-worry their patients. While she expected Ciprian to be hurrying along with his other matters, she began to pray.
"Rada, God of Wisdom and Pervayer of Peace. Grant unto this innocent your divine and benevolent light. Purge this victim of the pain that violence has caused..." The Priestess' hands flared with bright white light. The light curled and bent around her hands and into the wound of the young man. It snaked its way into the damage. To Cian, the magic felt like a cool, soothing breeze as his pain faded and the wound felt as if it wasn't there. She healed in such a way as to just cure him of pain instead of working on the wound itself. She would leave that up to the resident high priest. "That should do you fine until my superiors can complete the healing," she said, pulling his tattered shirt back down. She looked him over for a moment. "And then we will get a hearty meal into you. You look like you need one," she said, winking at him.
Dernek had strolled into the Barracks. He replaced his regular travelling equipment and put on a fresh pair of undergarments. He certainly would not go into such a respectable place as the Temple of Rada smelling like the stables. He returned in a relatively short time, before Ciprian got back. He looked over the horses that were spoils from the battle. He whispered to Carianna that they had found these horses without owners. She nodded. If they were of those men, they could be confiscated by the military. He and Carianna both knew that there were farmers outside the city as well as some needy in the city that a horse could solve a few problems for. And fine horses they were indeed.
The Priestess of Rada smiled, looking over Cian from a small distance away. Her mind asked questions about him, but her voice did not dare ask them. She knew what it was like to have a troubled life previously. She was always worried, in the Temple, that people would ask her what had happened to her. But, to her surprise, they never asked. She realized that everyone understood that knowledge is best gained when willingly shared out of true reflection, not harsh questioning. All it truly did was to stur up old emotions. She had learned that, and respected it. If she was to learn of Cian, it will be at a time of his choosing. She didn't expect him to understand the reasons and she didn't expect him to give her the same courtesy. Not many outside of the temple thought quite like that. She would answer questions when the time came, she supposed.
Where is he? she thought. For what seemed like a good, official knight, Ciprian was slow in getting things done. Or perhaps she was just too impatient to get home and get her new friends taken care of...