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Father Hallowbrook sat next to Al'ika and placed his hand on her shoulder. "What is troubling you, my dear?" he said.
 
"A lot of things, Father," Al'ika confessed, her red hair hiding her face. "I'm still trying to get over what happened in Ashglow's castle. . . I'm not sure what I'm supposed to feel when it comes to Keth. . . I still want to rescue I'eie, but I'd probably die instead of reaching my goal. . . I had to kill Flish last night. . . " Tears started to gently roll down the warrior's face.
 
The priest held her as she wept in his arms. "We will do what we must, dear, but don't let past failures rob you of joy. As far as the orc... Keth, was it? goes, trust in yourself and in him. He did save your life, after all."
 
"And the rumors?" Al'ika asked quietly. "Father, they're saying I'm his slave. The orc mark protects me from any other orc claiming me, he did that to protect me. He's taken care of me, but every one just thinks I'm some. . . orc tramp, to use one of the nicer phrases. And he's nice, a lot nicer than most orcs. . ."
 
Al'ika nodded and wiped her tears away. "Thank you, Father," she said, kissing his cheek in thanks. Rising from her seat, she nodded at him and left the chapel and made her way home. Coming in and announcing to Keth that she was back, she changed into a shift and went over to her leather pants, and began patching them up, reveling in the simple task.
 
Keth looked over and noticed that she was wearing semi transparent clothing and smiled. "How priest?" he asked.
 
"It was good. Father Hallowbrook is always there when people need it most," Al'ika said, still sewing. The goblins apparently had much fun tearing up the leather.
 
Keth began cooking. "Bek is in barracks now," he said. "And Kat has put up a teepee. Not so crowded now, Keth thinks."
 
Al'ika smiled. "Well that's good, the children now have their own space," she said quietly. She grabbed the tunic she wears under her armor and began repairing that. "They should still come in for meals, though."
 
Al'ika smiled. "Father Hallowbrook seems to have that effect on people," she said. "He'll talk to anyone, about anything, and not judge them for it. He's a good man." She continued her sewing, pricking her finger at one point and swearing. Her body was sore, her mind tired. Apparently, it would take longer for her to heal.
 
"Maybe he heal you with magic," he said, preparing the dinner on the table. "Eat, you feel better."
 
Al'ika smiled and got up and sat down, eating. "Father Hallowbrook is unable to use magic, he had to give it up in order to enter the priesthood," she explained. She sighed. "It's good to be home," she admitted.
 
Keth served Al'ika before himself and finally ate slowly with her. "They look at me funny here, but that not new," he said after a bit.
 
"They'll always do that," Al'ika said quietly with a shrug. "It'll take them a while to trust you, but it'll come in time." She ate little, not feeling very hungry, but she knew she had to eat.
 
Keth pored her another ale and began cleaning the table. It was a little difficult with his shoulder, but he managed. "Empty house and we alone," he said, "What we do now?"
 
Al'ika shrugged. "Let me look at your shoulder again, I think it could use some the earth salve," she said, noticing how he struggled. Standing up, she retrieved the salve, and began to look at the wound Flish inflicted, putting some of the salve on.
 
Keth undid his tunic and sat on the floor so Al'ika could reach the wound easily. He winced as the wounded tisue was moved, but accepted it as a required pain.
 
Al'ika looked over it more through the salve. "It's healing well," she said. "He got through good, but he was always good with a bow." She gently put a bit more salve on, kissed it, and sat down beside him, wincing a little bit.
 
Keth took up the earth salve and gently stripped Al'ika. "My turn," he said, using the earth salve as much as possible. He looked down and saw her pussy was still engorged from the abuse. "What we do about that?" he asked. "Must be some herb we can use."
 
Al'ika thought for a few moments and shrugged. "We may just have let it run it's course," she said. "Xur wasn't really kind to it when it came to walking the rope." She gently rubbed it, soothing some of the pain.
 
"Rope was mean, I remember it well," he said, glowering. "If we go back, me kill him for both of us."
 
Al'ika gave a sad smile. "If we go back," she told him gently. "In the cupboard with the mead, there should be a small vial. Could you bring that to me, please?" she asked.
 
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