Chago gets through as much because of her as himself. Something about the injured leg not wanting to hold him up. Once they're out, he's more than happy to just flop beside her and watch the bubble snap shut. Then his eye closes again for a long moment, just letting the moment sink in. Finally, he nods slowly in agreement. "Got his ass." he mutters before lifting his voice. "Hey, what's your ass... Shove-a. Whatever the hell it is, did you make that shit?"

This soon after, still in pain, and Chago is already seeing something else. Such lessons Eric taught him.

Genny reaches out, now that they're out of the bubble, her hand resting on his shoulder. Both too tired for much more, but she needs to touch him, to affirm everything that's happened.

Shova blinks, looking up as his name is spoken...sorta. "I...umm... sorta." He sighs, focusing for a moment and sending a whisp off to find his friend and a cart before he continues. "It was...well...there was something here first and I just set it off. I didn't mean to." It's a quick defense, trying to keep from being blamed or having anything else happen. He slips an arm around the sidhe woman. "None of this ever should have happened. We're...sorry."

Proof of how tired Chago is, when Genny touches him, he twists his hand so the Gauntlet digs into the ground under her to pull her to his side. In front of people, no less. "Screw sorry." Chago says with a shake of his head. "I'm tired of shoveling other people's shit." And here the satyr looks a little worried as the redcap turns to his trueheart, but keeps talking to Shova. "I think my lady is too. Here's what I'm thinking... if you can open something like that again, I want to make a new place here. The fuckheaded shide don't have a goddamn clue how to do it, or Eric wouldnn't have come here. I think me and Genny here have learned a hell of a lot about holding shit together lately so if we had us a place, I could set up and to hell with anyone wanted to try and stop us. You be in for something like that?"

Genny nods, shifting to his side and resting her head against his chest. She's tired and still coming down from the adreneline rush and being threatened with things that she has a difficult time with. At least no one went crazy this time. "Damn sick 'f it. I like the idea of havin' a place again." Yeah, so he didn't ask her the question as much as the others but she's going to put in her two bits. It's quiet, but fervent. Ahh...nothing like plans for the future to help push past the trouble of the moment. At least Chago isn't yelling at her for doing something phenominally reckless.

Shova hugs the sidhe tighter, thoughtful. "I...well, I can't say I have any love for the nobles here. We've been trapped for weeks and you're the first to even come looking. Can we have a day or two to talk about it?"

Chago bends his head to kiss one of Genny's horns and then lays back with a low grunt before she can feel him tighten just a tiny bit under her head. Mind finally caught up some, from the sound of what he says next.

With a roll of his good eye to watch Shova and the sidhe Chago's voice is more it's usual public growl. "Sure. Take all the fucking time you need. Get her ass dressed right so she won't keep hiding behind you. Visit your little boggan bitch that showed you to us. Ain't no hair off my ass. Just remember, if you hear about a witch king moving in on the county, I got tired of waiting on you and then you ain't got an in with the new asshole in charge no more." He turns that look into a pointed leer. "She might. Sidhe do have some use after all, but you..."

He trails off, shaking his head and turns back to Genny. "As for you...." the arm he worked below her shifts down, raking fingernails all the way to where he can grip some fur and give a small, sharp tug. "I so need to kick your ass for that bullshit you pulled." Of course, since he has his Gauntlet's on, the reason for the rake of nails is probably clear to her. That forced his arm to stay so that she didn't get laid open by the weapon. To the witnesses? It had to look rougher than he's been treating her.

What? Got to get his image back a little, right?

The sidhe's eyes widen when Chago's mouth approaches Genny's head, maybe afraid those teeth are going to just chomp down on the woman. Chago's continued speech and the leer send her to shivering and at the fur tug she hides her face against Shova's shoulder. Mean ol' redcap has definitely made an impression on her.

Genny makes a noise at the tug, but to his ears it's more a partially amused grunt than any real hurt. Not like a loving fur tug is really that noticable compared to the black and blue that they both are.

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Shova looks between the two women and Chago, alarmed. "Hey...don't go getting the wrong impression. I'd rather work with you than the nobles, just want to make the right decision when we're not all shaken and stirred... No reason to get irritated." Riiight...irritated, which is the gentle word for please don't eat us all starting with your so called lady.

He's saved mostly by the fact there's the rattling sound of a cart approaching.

Chago can't help it. Between relief that Genny is safe in his arms again, or arm as it were, and the fact he -finally- got Eric, the redcap starts to laugh softly at Shova without moving away from Genny at all. "Okay. Rule number one, if you and me hook up, I don't bite without a reason. I might be a redcap, but I ain't stupid." he points out. "You're either a master, or damn close anyway, of Dreamcraft, ain't ya?" he asks then before twisting to look toward Shova again. He flicks a glance to the hiding shide and snorts softly. "Lady Amy Silver D'alenbright of House.... uh.... the sneaky magical bastards."

He looks back to to Genny then to get the house name before continuing with "Yeah. Them. Anyway, you ever hear of her? -I'm- the redcap gave her them barbed wire earrings before she was made a Countess." Yeah, a Countess wearing redcap jewelry. It's probably safe to expect that to be heard of, even this far away.

Shova looks, well...sheepish. At least as sheepish as a goat can be. He looks up at the sound of the cart and then back to Chago, admitting softly, "Dreamcraft is just about all I can do nothing else answers to me."

Genny's ears flick at that and she looks up, her attention rising from Chago and from quietly gathering strings of glamour while they sit there. "All? Yer bound?"

Shova's expression turns pained and he jerks his head in a nod before kissing the sidhe on the cheek. "I don't wanna talk about it right now. This place is unstable. I couldn't create another bubble here, not on purpose or accident, but there are other places I know."

As the two satyrs speak the sidhe catches Chago's commentary and looks up from behind Shova. "I...met the countess once. A long time ago at a court meeting. They said many things about her." She sighs, rubbing her forehead. "I'm sorry if I'm being rude, but I'm not thinking very well right now."

The cart comes around the corner, driven by the boggan who began all of this. It's not a lovely carriage, but it should hold everyone.

Chago flashes the sidhe a grin then, showing far too many teeth and speaks to the sidhe first. "Great. Then you probably heard of me. Chago Bergasa." Yeah, there's a lot more to it, but she's shaken enough. "Maybe we can get together over dinner and talk about Amy sometime. Might make you feel better about me if you guys join up with us." Then his eye flicks to the cart and his grin just widens as he raises his voice so the boggan can hear too, while trying to seem like he just wants to be sure he's heard over the cart. "That is, if t you don't mind me having ya for dinner sometime."

Then he shifts his attention to Shova. "Well, if we don't hook up, how about some lessons and we call this little rescue even? I was after that blue dipshit anyway so it ain't like you owe me for it like you would if we only went in to get you." he points out. "I'd call lessons pay enough."

And last, his attention goes to Genny. "Think you can walk to the cart?" he asks, like she's the one with the injured leg.

The boggan stops the cart when he hears the comment about dinner some time, frowning. If his friends weren't sitting there, it's a good chance that he would have taken off, but as is he doesn't, just drops the back of the cart so that folks can be loaded inside.

Shova gives Chago a long look before rising to his feet and helping his girl get up. "I think we could manage lessons." He eyes Genny, something almost uncomfortable in his gaze. "Your girl and I should likely talk too, later.”

The sidhe tilts her head, murmuring. "Kiersten Walkleaf." It seems to be her name and is all she offers as she heads towards the cart.

Genny raises her eyebrows. That wasn’t the name the brownie used. Interesting. She glances at Chago, nods and pushes up on one hand, reluctantly. “I can walk it.” She looks down at his leg. "You?"

Chago watches Genny get up first, then looks back to the pair he's been talking to. "Not today though. You all need some rest before you talk." And he shoots Genny a hard look before turning back to the others. "Give it a few days at least. We got a room in the inn that this little prick got tossed out off."

Then his gaze moves to the sidhe and he reaches to remove one Gauntlet and est it carefully on the ground before offering his hand to Genny for help up. Standing on one leg, he offers a pretty darn decent bow to the sidhe. "A pleasure, Kiersten." Wow. The redcap has manners.

He bends to gather his glove and carries it in the still 'bladed' hand before waving Genny closer. "I can probably make it, but hell if I want to hurt myself that much, just to look good."

Kiersten looks rather shocked at the courtesy, blinking a few times before she curtseys. That's about as far as she gets before Shova lifts her into the cart and pulls himself up next to her. "We'll drop you off there then, and call upon you tomorrow."

Genny helps Chago up, then once he's ready moves over and slips a shoulder under his. She's supporting a lot of his weight, but is also good at making it look like she's taking less load than she is. This close he can likely hear a cartilage grind as they walk, signs that she's got either displaced or busted ribs. Hard to say how hurt she actually is. She's had too many opportunities to learn to disguise pain. "Then we'll go together."