Barrier Gulch [m] Asp

PP permission given from Tazi for him to slip a barely conscious Eset on his back.

He wants to comfort her--but for now, he waits. The one they called jodai is on a tangent, and even in the swirl of chaos the corruption is clear--Eset, literally bleeding out on the ground before this woman, who is harping only about how much she has tried to do right by her.

How much she loves her.

He goes to move, the mossball thick and dry on his tongue, when she barks at him: 'And you!'

He swings his muzzle to her direction, just as an impressive fist catches him squarely in his jaw. The mossball flies from his jaws and his teeth click harshly together from the punch. Blood drips and his tongue snakes out, tasting it from the bust of his swelling lip as it trickles down his chin and falls, now, dotting the sands next to the blood of Esets would-be children. His would-be children.

His eyes are aflame as he studies her.

She begins another tirade of bullshit.

He lifts a paw, pointing at her with a snarl: That was-- but movement catches his peripheral--the dark flower giver moves from the grasp of the other man, aiming to strike at Eset.

His own snarl shakes the very commotion around them, his own form lunging as he steps between the rogue and the hebsut, aiming to hopefully toss the man back into the clutches of the jodai's wild dog.

The nonsense of it all renders him speechless--the healer had said she could not travel but it was clear she could not stay here--not amongst a pack of scavengers, all but waiting to pick her bones.

He's swift in his work now--if the jodai is shrieking at him, he ignores it--and bending down, he gently lifts and guides Eset to his back, and with one glance to Qiao, he begins to lope toward the den of vipers. Muat-riya is not far, he tells her--and while he knows the moment Eset is safely delivered to the palace walls he will be swept away by guards, it is past the point of consideration.