Andromeda stepped forward to gently grav his arm. "Castiel, it's alright." She whispered. "She motions with her hands instead of words. I understand her, it was something my father taught me when I was young."
Amar was confused, and wasn't sure if she believed the story of her heritage, even though she trusted Dyrte.
Calystia was relieved to have her hands free once again. "I understand." She muttered as she carefully sat up. She stretched out her leg and carefully fixed the bandage and tucked in a loose end. "How much longer until the general arrives?" She asked, concerned about meeting him again.
Dyrte finished rinsing Amar's hear. She stood retrieve the drying garment. When she returned, she wrapped one around her hair to help dry it.
"I'm not his keeper, I'm yours. He'll get here when he gets here. He will not be pleased you tried to escape. So I wouldn't be to happy to see him." Raymer said with a sneer.