The listening does prove fortunate though. The sound of a wagon can be heard, but it's rolling quickly and smoothly unlike the wagon they rode in last time.

Genny makes a soft sound where she's held, showing signs of coming around.

Meanie redcap. Yeah. Whatever. As Chago lowers the bandaged and mostly immoblized Genny somewhere near the road, he directs Cindy Lou Wh... uh Cindy to meet the wagon he hears. "I'm gonna be sure she's ready to ride back. You get their attention." he directs.

And then he kneels beside where he settled Genny and reaches out to stroke her horns lightly. "Hey, babe. Don't try'n move. I got your legs bound up so you don't hurt yourself. I know ya hate that, but it’s necessary." It's amazingly gentle tones for a redcap too.

She may think Chago is a big meanie, but Cindy does take instructions well and scampers up the road to go meet Shova.

Genny's eyes open, blinking a few times. If this was a cartoon, she'd still have stars spinning around her head, and if it was anyone but Chago kneeling there there would be instant violence. As it is she touches one hand to her jaw. "I am soo gonna...kick...yer...ass..." Threat first before she closes her eyes again, her hand coming to rest on his leg. She manages to crack a smile. "Eric gone, Him gone...when I can move, we're soo goin' ta freakin' Disneyland..." Her voice falls back off, muttering other ideas she has for celebrating...when she can move again. Proof that she's gonna be okay, the first suggestions are food based, then they get more creative.

Chago leans in to kiss her forehead. There's an image Shova needs to walk in on after seeing him hit her huh? Redcap mouth going for her face. "Looking forward to it." he tells her after the kiss. "I just didn't want to hurt you more than I dad to. Your hip is fucked. We need Evan, or someone like him." No candy coating for her. She'd -really- be pissed if he tried that.

Then he grins at the litany of things she wants to do. "I'll settle for cuddling at our bale until we can go." he promises softly. Our bale? Yeah. They don’t have a bale, but Chago has been plotting.

She smiles faintly. "I get the intension...jus'...ow dammit." Yeah, she's already forgiving him, not that she won't still smack him sooner or later. The mention of their own bale brings an arched eyebrow, not in surprise but considering the idea and finding merit in it. "Mmm...I'd settle fer that myself." Genny pauses and leans against him, her fingers loosely circling his arm. "I love ya, Chago. I like the ideas 'f a life tagether that we define, an' no one else."

Just then Shova comes around the corner, driving what is a very very nice wagon that almost seems to float more than wheel spin. Chago did ask for a smooth ride.

Chago smiles and nods to Genny at that. "No shit." he agrees as Shova wheels around and the ride brings a nod od approval. "Looks like we both got some work to do over the next while then, babe." he tells her as he moves to lift her physically this time, trusting his bindings to protect her legs from pain as he does.

He nods over to Cindy. "Chica there thinks her folks will be on board, just like Kukla, Fran, and Ollie were saying for the Courtly sorts so we're probably in a good place. I figure once we got a place to talk to folks, you can handle the ass kissing we need to do while I deal with getting us our fire going."

“Or vice versa.” She mutters.

It's only after he gets her loaded that his mind registers... oh yeah. Pissed at Shova. "Got one more thing for you to too." he tells Genny as he looks over at the newly returned satyr male. "Tell this idiot why I hit you." Not like he doesn't figure she's figured it out a long time ago. "Someone got their panties in a knot because of it and I'd like to get some clear air before I have to kick his ass."

Sorry Shova. Chago isn't exactly the most considerate. Especially when he feels like he's been dissed. At least he didn't start the ass kicking already. The redcap has grown since those days.

If the lifting hurts Genny doesn't give any indication of it, save for her fingers tightening against the back of his neck. Once they're in the wagon she eases, leaning back against the pillows that Shova filled it with which will help with the bumps. She makes space for Chago near her, not really wanting him very far away if she can help it. Pain will do that to a girl.

His request brings an arched eyebrow and she looks between the redcap and the satyr, who looks a bit uncomfortable.

"Hey...I didn't mean to...umm...well..."

Genny rolls her eyes, shifting slightly. "Fer hell's sake. That was jus' a love tap ta make sure I'd sleep away the bindin' 'f the damn hip. He knows me well enough ta know I would have sat there an' taken it if he hadn't an very likely ripped somethin' out worse. It ain’t like medics don’t sometimes sedate someone before they work on ‘em. His way is jus’…direct."

"oh..."

Chago sits quietly, glaring at Shova as Genny explains and making sure to always be in some sort of gentle contact with her. He starts to add to her words and then shakes his head and turns the other way. "So... who we gonna have to talk to first from your village?" Chago asks Cindy to keep from jumping on Shova until he's calmed a good deal more. Later, he can explain things that might need it. Right now... calming down is good. That'll come soon. Like... when Genny's been checked on.

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Cindy watches the exchanges, big eyed and not wanting to get in the middle. Once everyone else finds a place she pulls herself into the wagon, balancing there happily and humming. Chago's question brings her attention around and she taps her fingers against the wood, thoughtful...it takes a little effort for her...

"We should talk to the elders. Wyatt is a healer and can be all helpful like, and the others will want to hear about what happened."

Genny nods, not really caring where they go as long as there's either booze or a morphine drip at the end. She shifts closer to Chago, resting her head against his arm. The first turn of the wheels shows that even in this cart the ride isn't going to be fun.

Chago gives a small anmd sharp nod. "Wyatt then. Good." he says softly before giving small growl at Genny's pained reaction to the beginning movement. "How far is it?" he asks as he reaches for Genny with his free hand and his eyes go flat with the drain on his already heavily worn body with the effort of another cantrip, lifting Genny from the surface of the cart to hold steady over his lap with levitate instead of letting her be jolted the small amount the cart they got would give. He goes quiet and his eyes close to focus on holding Genny as long as necessary, even before the answer comes.

A faint sheen of sweat soon begins to shine across his forehead and his breathing goes a touch shallow with the raw focus and determination he pours into holding the cantrip. Thank goodness he is a seer and has the experience of holding such power for extended times. It's one less battle to fight as he does all he can to keep her supported for as long as possible, even if the cantrip itself normally wouldn't allow it.

The strain shows in his voice after a little as well, when he finally breaks his silence. "Who's the one I gotta watch out for?" he asks with a small scowl. "There's always at least one that's either gonna want me kissing his ass or run outta town."

Genny would sooo protest him using any more strength to try to make her comfortable. If she was coherent enough to...but her body is realizing just how screwed up she is and has gone into conservation of energy mode, leaving her incoherent and only partially conscious.

Cindy's mouth forms an 'o' as she watches Chago support Genny. She seems surprised at the action, and Shova, in the moment he notices likewise. From lovetaps to using a hell of a lot of power to take care of her. Redcaps are weird. He looks up the road, thoughtful. "I can cut some off with a trick...fifteen minutes." Trick...yep...fold that dream path...

Chago's question makes Cindy blink and she pauses again. "Roland. He's a crabby ol' thing and doesn't like outsiders of any kind. His son, Theo is younger, stronger and just as bad. They'll be the worst. The rest...well...you know how folks are. Some will warm up to you, lots will warm up to her, and some will be annoying no matter what."

The redcap nods just slightly and the 'lifting' hand that provided the simple bunk for moving her tightens on Genny's arm briefly as he sways where he sits for a moment before catching himself with a low growl. It's not strength driving him any more, it's willpower alone. "Roland. Theo. Got 'em." he mutters before forcing a deeper breath to lift his voice to carry just a bit. "I can do fifteen minutes. Go." Even if he doesn't look like he can do five.

Then again, Chago is that stubborn. He'll find a way to do fifteen minutes. It's one of those things where he said he'd do it, so he will. Genny would know that determination if she was awake to see it. He sways again briefly before saying "Water." in a once again soft again. The 'now' is left unsaid, but is be clear in his tone.

There's fear of those teeth to contend with when it comes to the whole 'water' thing. Then again...there's a lot more fear to contend with if Cindy DOESN'T do anything. She digs through the supplies even as Shova begins bending the dreampaths. The bending feels rather odd, definitely a sign that Shova is very good at this.

Cindy finds the water and opens it, managing to get it in Chago's mouth without getting her fingers too close. Once he finishes, she leans back, looking down at Genny and frowning before reaching down and touching the pillows under Genny, her fingers coming up bloody despite the bandages. She doesn't talk about it instead looking forward. "We're moving fast...almost there."

Chago nods his thanks for the drink without a single smart assed comment, a sign of just how focused he is. It takes a few beats before he registers Cindy's words and he finally hisses a faint "Good." when he realizes she spoke and what it was about.

He starts to close his eye and focus fully on the last few minutes, but thyen he catches the color on Cindy's fingers. This brings a low and frustrated growl that may well sound furious to someone that doesn't know him well. "Get more." he snarls at her with a nod to her hand and then the pillows. "I gotta make sure she's got a doc -there-." he mutters then, so distracted sounding that it may well be obvious that the strain has him a touch loopy. Well, strain or thinking of too much while trying to hold that cantrip for far too long.

When Cindy is typically slow or unsure, he snaps "NOW!" and one foot swings at her in a threat instead of an attack. Only when she has enough blood for what he wants does he settle and then ease Genny down, releasing one cantrip to start a far easier, for him, one.

He grabs Cindy's arm and starts directing her to hold her fingers as he needs so he can paint runes on Genny's skin with those bloody fingers, working fast to finish what he needs before too much blood dries. Wyatt's name, spelled in runes, then symbols for Journey, endings, and meetings.

When the last rune is in place, he states "We will meet the healer named Wyatt that I was told about when this cart arrives." A powerful Soothsay to force things to happen sooner. He doesn't try for more than the healer being there, but that should be enough to get her help.

Now, as long as the fates don't screw him over and decide to wait for a different time the cart 'arrives' than the one he means.

Cindy does as she's told but keeps blinking, completely amazed by what she's watching. He finishes the pronouncement and she licks her lips.

"That is so freaking cool."

Yeah, Redcap soothing gets points in her book. If Shova wasn't so involved in path twisting, he'd prolly be impressed too.

And fate apparently isn't in the mood to screw Chago over. Shova gives a warning before they hit a major bump, a place where they squeeze between one space and the next almost, popping through the dream from one point to another. This lands them in the middle of the village instead of the outskirts, which means no little amount of concern and a bit of chaos. The wagon stops in front of an elderly satyr with heavily greyed black fur, leaning on a cane covered in runes. He blinks mildly at the appearance of the wagon, peering up at Chago. There's a faint amusement in his old eyes.

"Well...you wanted me, so here I am. What's the rush?"