Keaton padded quietly behind Hanzo and Jewell, his fuzzy paws making hardly a sound. Unlike most of those leaving the inn, the fuzzy yellow-and-black fox does not appear to be injured at all, graceful on his little feet, trotting along more or less calmly behind his brother and Empress. His three tails were drooping, though not tucked between his legs. His mood was somber - no one had been killed that night, but many of his friends had been gravely injured.

He had been very reckless - Hanzo and Jewell had suggested he should not have been in the fight, but he felt he'd done his part, slaying a good number of wolves, helping to kill one of the doppelgangers, doing his best to protect Amthy and, later, Trinity... More than that, he felt he had to be there. He'd helped get Arya onto her feet and wanted to protect her freedom, and help his brother in combat as much as he could.

When the door to the house was opened, Keaton merely stared up at Amanda's grin, ears twitching, unable to smile back himself. He padded after them, peering curiously about the house, and when instructed, leaps onto the indicated divan, transforming with a soft glow mid-roll - fortunately appearing in his clothes - into a man, very much wounded. He grit his teeth at once, bracing himself from the pain that rapidly returned to him. His ankle was twisted, one side bruised, and closer inspection on the other side revealed that it had been split open in a pretty large section. He was bleeding from his split and from cuts around his collarbone - Keaton was lucky that the wolf did not manage to reach his throat. Bruised ribs, one or two cracked, a twisted ankle, and some serious lacerations.

All he could do now was wait and try to concentrate on something other than the pain... which wasn't working very well at all. Fierce a fighter as he might be, the man was a musician, not a seasoned warrior.

Amanda, meanwhile, had been busy attending to Keaton. When he changed, she managed a little gasp at his horrible condition. ?Mamma really should be taking better care of her friends!? She knelt at his side, eyes only for the most serious wound on his side, the laceration, ?We?re gonna have to wait to let you clean up till after I fix this, okay?? She dabbed alcohol onto a cotton ball, cleaning the wound as carefully as she could so it wouldn?t get infected. ?You?ll also have to wait for mamma to fix anything inside and your bruises, cause she?s better then I am.?

She was rattling on with nonsense conversation as she expertly threaded the surgical needle and starting to stitch up the major laceration on his side. ?Mamma insisted that I learned to sew good, and I?ve had lots of practice on her since I was littler. She used to always come home beaten up,? she was keeping the stitches as small and as close together as she could for his vanity?s sake- she doubted he wanted a nice big scar to show off. As she worked, she would stop and use fresh cotton and alcohol to clean up the wound again as it didn?t stop bleeding until she fully closed it up.

Once his side was all stitched up she cleaned up the cuts and bites from the bats that were on his arms, ?Really should have called me?I could have helped fight and not ended up half as bad.? She had to stitch a few of the deeper cuts up along his clavicle, the rest getting cleaned with alcohol and covered with fresh pieces of gauze.

Inette came out of the bathroom, as Amanda was finishing cleaning some of the little cuts, dragging the unwilling and muttering Jewell. She set the elder Ravenlock down on another divan, nearest the fountain to her liking, and went through another drawer gathering medical stuff to tend to her numerous burns first, ?You let him get all cleaned up if he wants, Manda, then I can set his ankle better and make a nice poultice for all those bruises she and he got.?

Amanda peered over Keaton?s form, ?Do you think you can get cleaned up a bit right now or no?? She wasn?t going to push him if he couldn?t, she?d just wash away the good on his bruises and put the poultice on. Neither woman-or girl- would force him to endure a full-out sponge bath at the moment, either.

Jewell was an unruly patient, and Inette hated having to take of her. She?d prefer looking after all seven children when they had the flu at once then having to tell Jewell Ravenlock that she was to sit on the bed and not move or complain while she was taken care of. The only saving grace this time around was that Jewell was too weak to put up a good fight.

She gathered similar items that Amanda had before returning to her mistress? side. ?Gonna take care of your poor little hands and arms first, and your face looks like it got mildly burnt too. What were you fightin?, a fire elemental or somethin?? Jewell didn?t grace the question with an answer- Inette just liked hearing herself talk anyways. Besides, if it had been a fire elemental she surely would have been dead. She fidgeted and made pathetic little whimpering sounds as several tubes of burn cream were administered to her hands and lower arms- a puzzle look given at the flame shape the burns had taken up to her elbows. Jewell didn?t bother explaining, she had seen those markings on her skin before and knew what it meant, she had burned herself in trying to wield too much energy at once.

Jewell watched the whole process of practically mummifying her arms with eyes, rigidly kept open from the pain. She was thinking about what she could have done differently not to get so thoroughly thrashed about; few ideas came to mind. Not fighting alongside someone who wielded fire was about the only conclusion she came to.

In addition to wrapping her hands up, Inette attending to the various cuts that Jewell had along her arms from the bats and wolves and one shallow long cut on her face- it cut across her entire right cheek. A soothing poultice was mixed up for both patients bruises, applied to Jewell?s back and basically all over Keaton (after Inette had washed away, gently, the gore). Another was made to take the swelling down since both of them had come out with badly twisted ankles as well- expertly wrapped tight to keep them from moving and aggravating the injury. Inette also wrapped Keaton?s chest until Jewell was feeling well enough to tend to that herself.

Both females disappeared, Inette returning with two mugs of something that she guaranteed would help take the pain away and help them to sleep since it was nearing dawn and they had had a long night. Amanda just went off to her own bed. Jewell, accustomed to the rather foul tasting mixture, drank hers down before allowing herself to pass out, curled up on her not-hurt side.

When he did wake up, he?d be the only one in the room. Jewell, catching very few hours of sleep, had retreated to her own room to soak for at least a day in her large tub. It didn?t help that she could sense the children, Amanda peeking in on the two of them every few hours to make sure they were both still breathing.

Keaton was not completely forgotten by any means. A simple black t-shirt, pants and all were set out for him with a note, in Amanda?s neat script, set on top:
K-
You are welcome to stay as long as you like, though I won?t be insulted if you prefer the comfort of your own home for healing. I know your clothes are a bit beat; these should be okay if a little large until you can make it home. Please be careful if you do go out. I probably won?t be up and about at all today- energy deprivation is a pain. I promise to be around to visit soon to fix your ribs; Amanda mentioned they were pretty damaged. The little jar next to the clothes has a poultice you should put on your bruises, it?ll soothe them.
Love, J
Even without the mistress of the house up and about, the sounds of seven kids could be heard running about and playing despite the ?healing room? being set as far away from the kid?s rooms as could be.