|(#TwilightRealm, #Witches, #Dorch #Fae, #Oakenlings, etc. belong to the lovely @LadyLeaf - ALSO Robin the Bubble Magician and Mark Frost)
Having solved the dilemma of what to do with their prisoners, and immobilized those at all likely to cause a problem in the immediate future, Belandvyn and Tylyr were gathering their respective arrows and throwing knives, and inspecting the points for damage. The Maenad had been persuaded to delay that important chore in order to tend to Tylyr and Robin's minor wounds, but now the Bubble Magician was at loose ends, staring alternately at Marea and off toward the stairs.
Sitting on her ankles, after bandaging the cuts to Mark Frost's chest and arm, the young Witch was surveying the crossbow bolt stuck in his left shoulder blade. "They seem to think I'm going to somehow remove this by magic, painlessly, or something," she commented, touching the quarrel lightly. "Yeah, that's lodged tight. You're lucky to have such good bone density."