Xena moved forward grabbing one of the stools she eased Gabrielle on to it watching as the younger woman lowered her head. “We need a room.” The bar tender looked at Gabrielle an uncertain look appearing in his eyes. “I have a few rooms left…there not my best rooms those have been taken.” Xena shook her head. “One of them will do…how much?” The bar tender leaned forward eyeing Gabrielle much more carefully. “She doesn’t look very well…what’s wrong with her?” Xena eyed him in annoyance she really wasn’t in the mood for this right now. She put her hand on the bar. “She’s sick…she’s had a very bad day and she needs to rest. How much is it for the room?”

The bar tender pulled away sharply, he turned picking up one of the keys off a hook close by. “There’s no point in you giving me money…I’m not making any money right now, none of the tavern owners are in this city.” He shook his head sadly. “We’re all just working together to hold up since none of the supply carts are making it here.” He looked up slightly. “No one can leave this place right now.” He leaned over handing her the key. “Your room comes with a tub you’ll have to fill it yourself though it’s the fifth room on the right.” Xena turned slightly. “I have a horse a mare.” The bar tender nodded. “I’ll have my daughter take her to the barn with the other horses she will unsaddle her and bring you any bags you need.” Xena looked at the key in her hand. “Thank you.”

She eased Gabrielle up on to her feet again then slowly started to guide her towards the room which wasn’t that far away from the main room. She eased the old key in to the lock then slowly pushed it open with her boot. She caught sight of the double bed in the centre of the room then carefully laid Gabrielle down on it, she pulled off the important bag that she’d had on her left shoulder. She walked in to the other room close by slowly filling a bowl full of water using a jug then brought it through putting it on the floor opposite the bed she then moved towards the door about to close it, only to stop as a young boy brought in her other bags along with Gabrielle’s staff. He stopped looking at her in a scared fashion as he eased up the bags. “I brought your things…from your horse.”