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The ragged band enters the infirmary, all trying to keep close to the assassin and (more importantly) the person he carries.

Havelock sets Nita on a nearby bed, but everyone in the room is exhausted and several (such as Ronan) are injured as well.

As for Filif, he is trying not to lean on Kit too much, though he needs him for support.

Kit, in turn, isn't toppling over as much as he wants to, just yet – because it's not like he's going to leave Filif to move by himself, and everyone could use a hand with healing.

And then there's Nita.

As far as Kit's concerned, he isn't going anywhere until she's able to.

Whether this proves to be true is as yet an uncertain conclusion.

"Holding out okay in there?" he asks – everyone, really, but mostly Filif, Gavroche and Ronan.

"Sure and I'm not dead this time," Ronan grumbles, one hand clutching his injured arm to his chest. "So I'll count this as a sort of improvement."

"Fine", Gavroche says with a faint and tired smile, stepping out from under Ronan's arm, carefully and being sure that he can stand by himself before he moves away, then wandering over to curl up on the bed next to Nita's.

She has moved silently to Nita's side, looking thoughtfully down at the unconscious wizard, but Ronan's comment draws a sharply interested look from the Aes Sedai. Still, she says nothing of it other than,

"It seems likely that it could be counted an improvement, at that."

Her tone remains calmly authoritative as she looks around at the others one by one and continues,

"And I would suggest that those who need assistance with injuries and ills of their own prepare to settle down here for the time being, while those who need rest seek that."

It's not clear whether Peach followed them in from the bar, or was waiting in here, or somewhere else entirely - but she's here now, dropping down to land on Kit's shoulder. Her eyes are on Nita, and she doesn't say anything.

Filif doesn't know the macaw, but right now he probably wouldn't be surprised if a Sulamid came through the door.

"There's...a rhododendron bed..." Filif rustles cautiously at Kit. He can't get down there without help, but he's not going to ask the young wizard to leave his partner.

"I'll take you, Filif," Ronan offers, wavering back and forth ever so slightly. "If one of you lot can rig me up a sling or something?"

Havelock had settled Nita down in as comfortable a position as he could, then impersonally rearranged her, removing her shoes and adjusting her pillow, before sitting back with a rush of slight dizziness for a few moments. He doesn't try to move until he hears Ronan's question. Falling over would just be embarrassing.

"I can," he says, getting up and moving over. He reaches for a bandage from a nearby drawer, and folds it into a triangle before reaching for Ronan's arm and carefully using the sling to support it, up and around his neck.

She herself is desperately, desperately weary, and trying not to think about everything that she has seen. There is no time for it, not yet.

Very little of this shows in her tone, although dark eyes are shadowed with exhaustion as her gaze meets that of Peach.

"She will recover and be well, I believe," the Aes Sedai says, quietly. "You may be assured of that."

It may be an assurance for more than one of those in this room, as it happens.

Moiraine glances aside at the now-sleeping Gavroche, and adds,

"I will see that those are notified who should be, insofar as I know."

A beat.

"Unless I should remain with her?"

"No," Peach says, brusque but quieter than usual. "Nothing to do now, and" -- she glances at Kit -- "we've got the watch. Go sleep."

There's a pause before she adds, without looking up, "And thanks."

It's never really been that Door doesn't trust Gavroche, it's just that she frets.

Which would explain why she asked a rat or two to keep an eye on the bar, and send her word when Gavroche returns.

And that, in turn, would explain why she's in the infirmary now, brow furrowed rather worriedly.

"Has--Oh, do pardon me, I hate to interrupt, but--you've all got things quite under control now, don't you? No one--you've finished what needed doing, and everyone's home safe?"

She's looking for Gavroche, now, though some of her worry is for his companions, as well.

Even Moiraine.

"He's fine just--tired," Filif says, exhausted himself. "Take care," he says to the others.

He's just waiting for Ronan before he leaves (if it weren't for his worry over Nita, he would stay rooted for at least a week).

"Yeah," Ronan says as echo to Filif's farewell. "C'mon, buddy, let's get you out on the dirt."

Both wizards make their tired way out of the infirmary.

She indicates Gavroche with a slight gesture in accompaniment to Filif's words, and adds,

"Everyone is well enough, now; and he was very helpful, as it happens, and very brave."

She then gives a small nod to Peach, acknowledging the scarlet macaw's words.

"Light illumine and protect you all," the Aes Sedai murmurs, and slips from the room.

Door's expression is a little tight until Moiraine leaves, then she smiles at Gavroche.

"We'll get you put to bed, then. There'll be time for talking in the morning. Come on."

And, with another parting nod to the few that remain in the infirmary, Door, Gavroche, and Kennis are gone, back to London Below.

Back home.

Havelock rubs his forehead tiredly, and frowns at the dark red that comes away with his hand. He would feel worse if he were particularly badly off, but blood is beginning to dry at the side of his head. With another glance at the unmoving Nita, he makes his way to a small basin on one wall, and quickly rises away the worst before turning back to the bed.

She is Healed, now, but blood still soaks her front. The assassin is vaguely aware that if anyone is to undress her, it should really be another woman, but he could at least remove the worst.

So, a bowl of warm water, a cloth, and he heads back over to efficiently soak the front of her top and squeeze out the hardening stains before wiping her stomach lightly and placing a dry cloth over her to keep off the dampness of her clothing.

It's better than doing nothing.

Yeah, doing nothing's a bitch.

Peach nibbles gently at Kit's ear a bit, and then turns back to watch Nita, and wait for what's next.