Bad things, good things, all depends on the point of view.

Ahrach looked around, noticing they hadn't landed near the house at all. He knew where the house was, and he looked in its direction, one hand on his hip. he cast a glance at Raven, smiling a little. "Looks like we'll have to walk for a short moment," Ahrach said, finally.

Raven nodded once.
"Fair enough," She said, starting to walk slowly in its direction.

Ahrach began to walk, sided by Raven. he looked in front of him, glancing every now and then at Raven, him smiling as he did so. His golden eyes glistened as the rays of moonlight that passed through the thick leafing created by the trees hit them.

Raven walked with a slight limp caused by the wound on her leg. She scowled at the thought of the lost fight, but then shook herself out of it. She wasn't a fighter, and she had to let the thoughts of past battles go.

Ahrach, noticing Raven's limp, put one arm around her, to keep her from pushing too much weight onto the wound, maybe making it harder in the future for it to regeneerate. He smiled at Raven as he did so. "You should watch out for that leg," he said, simply.

Raven shrugged with one shoulder.
"I'll live," She said simply. She tried hard not to go red at the thought that Ahrach was helping her to walk.

--Red of anger or red of blush? =w=--

Ahrach laughed at those words. "I wonder how you don't have any apparent wounds on your limbs if you keep treating yourself like that, Raven," he said, smiling at her, his golden gaze meeting her violet eyes.

Raven looked at Ahrach, slightly confused by his words.
"What?" She asked.

--Oops. I put 'her' instead of 'your'. <.<;; Sorry.--

"I said," Ahrach continued, "That if you keep on forcing yourself to do things like that whilst you are wounded, normally, the wounds would take longer to heal. Knowing that you are a warrior, -or at least, were- I'm surprised that you don't have wounds from previous battles, instead of against Val keshra's only."

Raven nodded once, understanding.
"The medics in the Synairn army were extremely strict about injuries. They usually had to put me in an unconscious state every time I was injured so it could heal..." She gave a wry smile, remembering such occasions.

"Eh," Ahrach coughed, "Ahahehehe."
Ahrach noticed the house not far away. About a hundred meters. he continued walking, helping Raven do so. The moon was higher up into the sky now, casting huge dancing shadows upon the earth.

Raven sighed as she saw the house, not wanting the walk to end even though she was really tired. She yawned, turning her head away and putting a hand over her mouth to be polite.

Ahrach stood before the house. The door was closed. His scythe was at the same place as he had put it before. He looked back at Raven, letting his arm drop onto his leg. He stepped backwards, letting Raven enter into the house first.

Raven bowed slightly to Ahrach, walking inside. She turned back when she was a couple of paces inside, looking at Ahrach and gesturing for him to follow.

Ahrach follow Raven inside, noticing Raven's actions. He turned back, and closed the door, quietly, a small creaking emanating from the joints. He then turned back, his golden eyes locking themselves on Raven. He had a slight smile on his face.

Raven smiled back slightly, her violet hair glinting slightly in the low lit passage. No one in the house seemed to stir, everything seeming asleep.

Ahrach, sensing no movement, concluded that everyone was asleep. He lifted his eyebrows, then smiled slightly, lowering his head as slightly as ever. His brown hair fluttered down his face, as his golden eyes glinted. He then turned his gaze to Raven, his strands of hair falling down sideways. He approached Raven.

Raven didn't flee, she stood tall, still smiling slightly. Her violet eyes had lost the hardness of the warrior, becoming just a normal female again.

Ahrach wrapped his arms around Raven's body, his feathers on his forearms stiffening slightly as he did so. He put his head on Raven's shoulder, and he smiled. "Well," he said, "I guess I have to wish you a good night, Raven."

Raven closed her eyes, pulling away slightly and kissing his cheek.
"Yes, good night Ahrach." She murmured before adding, with a smile, "Don't let the Pegusi bite."

Ahrach smiled at her words. "I have to admit, I've never heard that one before," he explained, kissing Raven back on her cheek, and then letting go of Raven. He gazed into her eyes, smiling at her, his golden eyes glinting.

Raven hugged Ahrach before heading into the medical room again, curling up on the bed with a silent sigh. She flipped off the light with a small spark of magic before closing her eyes.

Ahrach found himself in total darkness as Raven shut off the light. He didn't worry, as his eyes had already got used to the darkness when they flew, and he had eagle eyes, enabling him to know where he was walking, as opposed to certain others. He walked to the door, opened it slowly, and closed it shut quietly. He then sat back against the wall, only noticing then that the blanket Raven had previously was still there. He picked it up, smiling slightly. He whipped it once, and then folded it. He opened the door once again, sliding the blanket at the side of the entrance, and then closed the door quietly, before sitting, leaned against the wall once again, eyes closed, one leg outstretched, the other flexed.

Raven drifted into a quiet sleep, lying on her side with her legs slightly flexed. Vrael, having heard the door, checked on her quickly before going outside.

Ahrach opened his golden eyes, shining, before looking up at Vrael. His silver hair shined, enabling him to recognize him slightly. He then recognized the face features, differing him from Shaeman, stopping his action before he caught the grip on his dagger. "Up this late, Vrael?" Ahrach asked.