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Verden hums to himself peacefully while casting a Heal on Kerr.

Verden moves to X23 and uses a heal on Naomi. Not much to say here.

Verden moves to AB18 and heals Argos. He seems to have gone quiet, mostly focusing on the battle for now. In fact, his focus on the battle is perhaps a bit too close to tunnel vision for comfort...

Verden moves to AC15 and heals Kerr.

Verden moves to Z13 and heals Ceridwen. Not much RP to put here this time since today is a busy day.

Verden moves to U13 and heals Kerr. He glances around at everyone else, then sighs quietly. A small part of him seems slightly ashamed of still being unharmed, as though the enemies aren't even considering him to be of notice... Still, he's aware that that's fortunate for him overall.

Verden moves to T9 and heals Argos, offering him a hand up in the process. "Apologies about not getting around to this earlier... Things sure seem a little dangerous right now." He rather nervously glances around at the rest of the group, trying to predict who could be next to go down...

Verden waits for a good opportunity to move in, sensing the tide of battle shifting to accommodate the fall of two party members already... The path is clear, time to move. He swiftly swoops in to S9, taking a look at Ceridwen. His eyes close for just a second, and once he feels confident enough to follow through with his movement, he grips the healing staff tightly with one hand to cast a Heal onto Ceridwen. With his free hand, he crouches slightly and offers her a (hopefully encouraging) smile and a hand up. "An unlucky start to this battle, I will admit... still, don't let that hinder you. Just let me know if you need some more healing once everyone's back on their feet, alright?"

As a healer, Verden feels very much "along for the ride" in this battle. His eyes take a look around, seeing the result of each individual clash and habitually noting who's been hurt, how badly they've been hurt, and who would need medical attention sooner or later. Watching Ceridwen get taken down almost immediately from a very unlucky trade of blows garners an "eep!" from him, followed by a muttered curse as he realizes he can't quite get close enough to help with that. Better do the next best thing instead... Verden moves to T7 and uses his heal to patch up Kris's wounds. At the same time, he speaks out loud, although mostly to himself. "One of us down already... that is not a good sign. Depending on how many enemies there are in this castle, I might not be able to keep up with everyone's injuries..."

Hearing what Rhian's best guesses were, Verden just nods. Briefly, it seems a slightly stronger smile of amusement crosses his face when he remembers that oh yeah, she kind of beat the shit outta that kid earlier, although given he's supposed to be... well, not a sadist, that smile is gone quickly enough. He briefly turns to face Michi, nodding again, then pauses and glances back and forth between Rhian and Michi. Something occurs to him. "...If the matter of waiting for others to arrive is based around setting up training fights, perhaps the two of you could square off against each other? Just a thought that crossed my mind..." Verden now seems to have a curious look in his eyes, wondering if what he's just said will lead anywhere interesting. Maybe it will, maybe it won't... Waiting and pure waiting just seems somewhat boring right now, when there is potential for activity.

Verden similarly slows down. No need to wander on out of the grounds if they won't be walking that far, and that's not exactly guaranteed anymore, given the potential other option available. He seems fine waiting around to see what the ultimate decision is regarding what to do, where to go, etc. "I'm fine with waiting if that's what you want to do," he replies, now leaning on the staff while seeing what Rhian does next. Of course, heading out of the area to go take a look around is also an option, so he's not trying to get too comfortable here... Hearing Michi speak up, Verden turns to face the armored fellow, nodding in reply. "That sounds about accurate. The real question is whereabouts in the village we would find them..."

Verden seems happy enough to come along, just taking a moment to make sure everything is in order before sprinting over to Rhian to keep her from having to wait too long. While he seems a bit out of breath on arrival, he soon recovers, capable enough of keeping up with Rhian's pace for the time being. He can't help but snicker a little at the dress remark, also briefly contemplating whether or not his robes could be seen as such... It doesn't matter either way to him. After all, does it matter what one wears, so long as it isn't some over-the-top impractical design? "Ehe... They'd probably think I'm already wearing one." He giggles briefly at the thought, then gets a hold of himself and turns his attention onto more important matters. Namely, the matter of finding out where in the village everyone else had gone. He begins taking a look around to see if there's much notable to see, then returns his focus to Rhian, seemingly the most comfortable when focused on a familiar presence. "So, if you want to find Johanna... Any idea where she may have gone? I'm not sure where everyone else is..."

She seems troubled, Verden thought to himself. He didn't say that out loud, of course, for the obvious reason of not wanting to make matters worse. His eyes flick over her for a moment, and internally, he can't help but wonder if she might need to follow her own advice at some point. Busy with his thoughts at the time, he fails to notice the gesture, although he seems aware at least that Rhian's starting to turn her attention elsewhere. He closes his eyes and inhales briefly, opening his eyes and moving to return the mace and shield back to their proper places, then turns to face her again. "I see... Do you mind if I tag along? I... don't know this place very well." Perhaps not the greatest reason he could come up with, but a reason nonetheless. Besides, it'd probably be best to make sure someone is nearby in case a fight breaks out, or even to prevent a fight from breaking out in the first place. Lord knows earning the animosity of the village in general would set up something of a bad reputation for the Allied Guard. Yeah, best to be safe, rather than sorry...

While Verden certainly doesn't feel like he should be done yet, he does have to admit that Rhian might have a point by now. There's only so much one can shrug off before damage starts mounting up, and he can feel some of it already - probably some bruising under the plate of metal under his robes, slightly sore spine, a dull ache in his jaw about where he got punched, and his arms feel like they're on fire by now from the weight of shield and mace. A moment of rest might do him some good... Or, more accurately, a moment with the healing staff. "I... Suppose you're right. Still not used to this..." He wanders over to where he left the staff, one hand awkwardly holding the mace while he carefully feels his jaw to make sure everything there is in order, then he carefully removes the shield from his other arm and moves to put the mace down, picking up the healing staff instead. He doesn't seem to need to actively channel it for it to work on him - his stance slowly starts getting a little more comfortable just by holding the staff. While waiting for his injuries to heal themselves properly, he turns to Rhian again, now trying to assess how she's doing. Granted, he sees no reason why she'd be hurt by anything that transpired so far, so his assessment is more one of general mood. Besides that, he's not sure what else he ought to do, aside from wait until he's better again. Maybe a question or two would be suitable here, if only he knew what to ask...

At first, Verden felt a little proud of himself for managing to do something to catch Rhian off-guard, grinning faintly to himself. That grin didn't last long on account of how events happened next. He didn't see Rhian's thrown punch until it had already connected, and by then it was too late to really do anything about it aside from... you know. Be hit by it and feel pain. While not exactly a killer blow, it certainly felt bad enough to him as he stumbled with the punch a little, dropping the mace on the ground and moving his hand up to hold his jaw instead. Ow! That one hurt... ...He couldn't hear anything in his brother's voice anymore, his concentration broken by the surprise gauntlet punch. Once he feels the pain dulling down again, he nods to Rhian in the hope it answers her question, then he gingerly moves his hand away from his face and crouches to retrieve the mace again. Once he's picked it up, he moves to rub his sleeve against his eyes, preemptively wiping away any chance of tears as he responds more verbally. "That stung... I'll be fine, though. Not a dislocated jaw..." A pause. Verden chuckles to himself, then continues with "At least I know you don't pull your punches," the smile on his face intending to make humor of the situation. Admittedly, he also said that to distract himself from how much the punch hurt. He couldn't quite remember where he first heard it before, but he distinctly recalled some statement he'd found amusing as a child - laughter is the best medicine.