In the meantime Cisa was lead into the house by Planchet. 'Let me tend this miss..?' He said when he put her on the table. 'What is your name again?' He asked so gently as he was.
'I never told you.' Cisa snapped. Oh poor man, he seems so nice and I'm that horrible. Why do i always listen to Lara!?
'I'm sorry if I did anything wrong miss, I never meant to harm you.' Planchet said with his back to Cisa. He boiled some water and took a cloth from the shelf.
Cisa looked weary at him. He turned around and said, 'Well, show me the wound.' Cisa still lay on the table but when he turned to her with boiling water in his hands she tried to escape this maniac.
'Oh no, you are not coming near me with that water!' gesturing to his hands. 'But it will help clean the wound.' Cisa turned pale and she crawled backwards on the table. Unfortunately for her, every table has an end, she discovered that with a tud on the hard floor.
A startled shriek escaped her mouth and she tried to climb to her feet. 'Miss, please calm down!' Planchet panicked and put the bowl with boiling water down at the table and ran towards Cisa. 'No, leave me! Don't touch me!' She yelled and walked backwards with her arms in front of her trying to keep him at a distance.
Faith was not on her side and she stumbled over a chair. Another shriek escaped her. 'Oh my! Please miss, let me help you!' Planchet walked towards her, all in panick, it did not help him when she broke down.
'Where is Lara? Please Lord, I need her!' She cried. Planchet was getting more nervous with every shrug of her shoulders. Soon, he thought, he would pass out from this whole scene.
He heard the frontdoor open. Athos was the first who walked in. He stood still in the doorway and looked at the poor girl then his gaze wandered to Planchet.
'What is the meaning of this?' He gestured to the girl.
'I tried to help her, but she didn't let me. She is wounded good sir.' Planchet said and tried again to hoister her up. She startled at his touch and cried even harder .
'My my, the whole city can enjoy the show. Keep your volume down.' Porthos said when he also saw the scene in front of him. 'Planchet, leave that girl.'
Aramis entered the room. He waited for Lara but she still stood outside. Probably waiting for D'Artagnan to return. He thought.
He saw a girl in the same strange clothes as Lara sitting on the floor, her face buried in her hands, ignoring all of them and he heard her talking. He could not hear her words, but it sounded like a prayer.
Lara heard a cry. That's sounds familiar. She ran into the house and crashed into Aramis, who now stood in the doorway. 'Sorry.' She mumbled.
Lara's cheeks became wet of the tears floating from her eyes. She didn't make a sound while she cried, she just stared at Cisa who sat on the ground, still not looking up.
She made her way to her and put her sister into a tight hug. Cisa felt something, she was not aware of her sisters presence. When someone pulled her into a hug, she wanted to push that person away, till she smelled wild roses. It was Lara. The Lord had heard her prayers! She just fell into her sisters arms and all the sadness flew out of her.
After twenty minutes Lara felt her sister calm down. She pulled away and wiped her sisters tears away with her sleeve. 'Everything is okay now. Please, don't cry anymore.' She said soft and gently, the way she always talked to Cisa when she was sad or had a nightmare. 'Thank you.' Cisa replied.
'I'm really sorry to interrupt, but that wound need to be tend to.' Planchet said a bit nervous.
'You're wounded?' Lara looked Cisa directly in the eyes with a lot of concern in her own. 'Yes.' Cisa said hardly above a whisper, she dared not to look in Lara's eyes. It hurts her when she sees pain in Lara's eyes. Lara was always there for her, raised her after their parents dead. She had given up her life to make a life for her. It didn't fell right, and now she saw hurt. Lara's eyes turned soft and she said, 'Let me see.'
Lara looked at the wound. Planchet handed her the wet cloth. She dipped at the wound in an attempt to clean it. 'This needs stitching.' She said. 'Where can we find a physician?' she asked when she turned around to face the men. To her surprise they were not there.
'That will be Aramis. Let me fetch him.' Planchet said so gently and went out to search for the man. He found them in the living room by the hearth.
The men thought it would be respected if they gave them a bit privacy. So they walked to the livingroom, Athos gave everyone a glass of wine and took a seat in his chair by the fire. Aramis grabbed a book from the shelf and took a seat opposite his friend. Porthos sat himself on a couch between the chairs and D'Artagnan followed him.
'What do we do with the girls?' Porthos asked his friends. 'Leave them here for the night. The young one is scared and the woman is probably startled by this afternoon.' Athos replied. 'They can take the guestroom.' Aramis said. 'And the boy?' Porthos asked as if D'Artagnan was not there. 'He can sleep on the couch.' Athos said and poured himself another wine.
'What a strange clothes, don't you think?' D'Artagnan asked in general. He wanted to let them know he was still present.
'Yes, a woman in a pants, hates fighting men, hair loose, long hair at that.' Porthos went on.
'And that girl too.' Porthos added. 'Girl?' D'Artagnan had just followed the men into the livingroom. He had not seen this girl they were talking about, he just saw the woman named Lara. 'We'll introduce you later, lad.'
They didn't heard Planchet enter so he cleared his throat, all four heads turned his way. 'What is it Planchet?' Athos asked annoyed.
'The young lady needs stitching.' He said pulling at his clothes. 'I'm coming.' Aramis replied and laid down his book and glasses.
He followed Planchet to the kitchen where he found the two ladies sitting at the table. He saw they were in a conversation. Lara sat with her back facing the doorway, but by the gestures she made he found out she told her sister the happenings of today. She may wear strange clothes, but she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. A warm feeling filled his belly.
'My, that was a hell of a day for you.' Cisa said. 'Yeah, if it didn't happen, I would not be sitting here with you.' Lara replied and looked over her shoulder when she heard someone enter.
A warm feeling entered her belly when she saw him standing there. She never knew she could fall head over heels. He was a charmer, she could tell that and she never gave in that easily. Somehow it felt right to be in his presence even if she knew him for hardly a day!
'Someone needs stitching, I heard.' Aramis entered the kitchen and shot a look to both girls, but lingered on Lara.
'Yes, I cleaned her wound but found a deep cut. It will leave a terrible scar if it's not stitched.' Lara sad, avoiding his eyes.
'Well, let me see.' He bend through his knees and took a look at the wound. 'Yes. I see. Let me get my tools.' And he walked out of the kitchen.
'Lara!' Cisa patted her sister on her arm and with her other hand she covered her mouth. She looked with wide eyes and a huge grin at her sister. 'You like him!' She squealed and hugged her sister. 'Finally!' She said.
Lara pushed Cisa away. 'No, I don't and shut up.' She hissed. 'Well, he is good looking.' Cisa added casual.
Luckily for Lara, Aramis entered the kitchen with a needle and a thread. Cisa gave her a knowing look.
Aramis stitched Cisa's leg and Lara could only watch him doing so. He was concentrated and focussed on the wound.
Cisa could not longer hold the pain and distract herself by telling her sister her story of the day.
'I only meant well.' Planchet defending himself. 'I really am sorry if I hurt you or even scared you.' Cisa said. 'It's okay, miss...?' He still didn't know her name. 'Cisa.' She said.
'I'm done.' Aramis said, bandaged her leg and put away his stuff. 'Thank you.' Cisa said. 'Is there a place I can sleep?' She asked him. 'You can take the guestroom. Isn't it better to eat first. We all are very hungry.' 'Sure.' Cisa said and was helped up by Lara.
Cisa stumbled out of the kitchen with her sister following her. Before she walked out of the doorway she turned around. 'Thank you, Aramis.' He looked up at her and gave a warm smile. 'No thanks, Lara.'
'Is there anything I can do?' She asked him. Aramis frowned.
'What do you mean?' he asked her.
'You saved my life by defending me this afternoon.' She told him.
'We're even. You killed the man who wanted to slice me in two pieces.' He stood up and walked towards her.
'You also stitched my sisters leg.' She said very nervous, cause he was that close to her.
'That's my job, defending, fighting, stitching.' He looked her in the eyes and she took a step back and wanted to walk away. That man enchanted her. She was never nervous, never insecure..but this man had a grip in such a short time.
'There is one thing.' He said when she attempt to walk away. Lara turned to look at him. 'And that is?' She asked him.
'Can you cook?' He asked her bluntly.
Lara was taken by surprise by his question. 'Oh, uh, yes I can. You want me to make dinner?'
'Yes.' He walked passed her with a hidden smile on his face.