Exton

Dmitri's elbow bumps into Ramji's ribs. His eyes flick to the slight figure and Ramji is striding toward her, Dmitri close on her heals. As soon as he is close, Ramji captures a slim wrist and begins to inspect her hands. She starts to pull away, but the grip is commanding, gentle but insistent.

She opens her mouth to speak but Dmitri cuts her off. "*Me syncho̱reíte, despoinís. Lypámai, allá o adelfós mou, af̱tós eínai mállon ... thélei aplá na dei ta chéria sas. Mí̱po̱s peiráxei polý?"

Ramji turns her hand, resting it on his palm as he presses it down. She makes no sound and he frowns. Either she is very stalwart, or she is almost numb. He mutters in Croatian. Her eyes snap between the two men. One speaking her native Greek, the other Croatian. She curls her hand, tucking the fingers in against her palm, hiding as much as she can. She tugs back, trying to pull free.

His grip is relentless, yet he doesn't tighten it. His eyes slide over her hand, anger in his gaze. "^Ispucala, napuknut. Što da vampir bi joj napraviti? Ja ću ga samo za ulog dokaza pred nama ...."

*+"OCHI! Ochi! Doulév̱o̱ giatí échei na gínei!"

She yanks her hand free, clasping it close to her body. Ramji's eyes follow her motions, anger flashing. Shrinking into her cloak, the girl steps back out of reach.

These men, she has seen them before... at the Tavern. They are friends with the big blonde and the Fae who are regulars.

The one who spoke her language bows, stepping between her and the one who grabbed her arm. "I am Dmitri, this is my sworn brother Ramji."

His English is as accented as hers. It is good hear her native tongue, but she watches them warily, nodding and saying nothing. "Our sworn brothers Guunnar and Keon are friends of the Healer woman, Rowan. Your hands do not look good, Miss. Ramji would like Rowan to take a look at them. I am sure she would have something to make them better."

She stares at them a few moments longer, saying nothing. Gathering the folds of her cloak close, she murmurs, "No thank you. They are fine."

Stepping back away from them, the girl casts quick glances around herself. Once she has a safe distance between them she turns. Ramji makes a move to step closer and Dmitri puts a staying hand on his brother's arm.

"If you feel they need to be seen, you can get a message to Rowan through anyone at the Tavern."

She nods once at Dmitri's words, the curls in her hair bobbing with the slight move of her head. Ramji's hands tighten into fists and she steps away, putting people between them. Soon she has managed to disappear into the mass of people. Ramji strains to catch a glimpse of her cloak only to feel a hand shove his shoulder.

"That was poorly done Ramji. You just scared the skatá out of her! I should beat you myself. Better yet, hang you for Guunnar to swing at!"


*Pardon me, miss. I am sorry, but my brother, he is rather... he just wants to see your hands. Do they hurt much?

"^Chapped, cracked. What does that vampire make her do? I will stake him just for the evidence before us..."

+NO! No! I work because it has to be done!