She had been deadly silent the entire night, and Roxton was understandably worried. When she was silent, she was in protective mode. Her wound had been a through and through, although the damn thing almost pierced an artery in her upper thigh. She hadn't screamed, when she took neither the shot nor when Roxton seared her wound. She was alive, but introverted, as if the merest utterance of life could betray her. Marguerite could feel the anxiety, guilt and utter fear seeping of the form of her hunter. His hand never left hers, as he barely slept throughout the night. Her body was in shutdown, her world spinning out of control. She wanted to tell everything, and yet at the same time found no words to explain this tricky situation. The damn thing was just too far gone; too far out of her control.

She reluctantly opened one eye partially to survey her surroundings. She was covered head-to-toe in pelts, blankets, and Roxton. Somehow that man had surrounded her, without her knowing or feeling a thing. He was on the verge of sanity, if he lost her, just... He wouldn't lose her.

'If Cal-um never made it back, Xan would want to hurt me.' The heiress spoke out loud revealing her consciousness to the grateful hunter.

"And why is that Marguerite? The hunter questioned with an air of suspicion and condemnation in his voice.

Take his Oraborras and his right-hand man?" The heiress supported herself on her elbow while staring intently at Roxton. This was not a good situation, and they both knew it. Xan had the wrath of thousands and just enough expendable income to be dangerous. The man was a basic cornucopia of danger and deceit, that and the rudimental ties to the government that made him untouchable. They made an agreement then, to stay until she had recovered enough for travel, and then they would travel back to the lizard city.

Why Tribune?' the hunter asked as he passed his Marguerite a hunk of dried raptor over lunch.

'Even warlords must have their minions, John." The heiress continued, "And even lizards have a price"

An 'Hmmm' was all she would receive as an answer, but questions still resided in the poor bewildered hunter's mind. He would find them all out, if it killed him.