Back at the campsite, Maura was aware of the changed moods amongst the pack. However, she couldn't quite grasp the root of the emotional shift. She had been asked to stay by Jamba's side. There, with him in his tent, she used salves to aid in his healing process. However, she wondered if it was necessary. Though his wounds were egregious, they were healing rapidly. The gash on his stomach had already begun weaving together. Though it did look as if he were to inhale too deeply, it would split open. Nevertheless, it was clear he was recuperating.
Currently, Jamba was sleeping. He had remained in high spirits despite the pain he felt. Maura considered it was mostly for her benefit. It was unmistakable that he was still smitten by her, but thankfully the charm that she wore kept her mostly
