Courage looks at Jonas, and puzzles at his Oldimaranian Oath. "I think we should proceed. Though it hurts me to leave someone I have shared a hearth with, we know little of him, or of his captors, and are unlikely to be in a position to affect change. I understand if others feel differently, and I shall accompany any one, if it is your wish to pursue Vorien."
She pauses, and acknowledges Scodi's concern. "I am fine, thanks. A minor wound. It is Jonas who needs your care. For now, I can take care of myself, but thank you."
"We have another full day's march ahead of us. I suggest we raise camp and proceed.
Her gear is packed, remaining where it was by the fire pit. She picks up her bow, tests its drawstring, and replaces her axe.
As the others pack their gear, Courage approaches each of them. Each time, she addresses them by name:
"Scodi, I would examine your heart. Given our situation, I desire certain knowledge of you, and in exchange for your openness, you would have my affirmation of protection."
"Jonas, I would examine your heart..."
"Tanith, I would examine your heart..."
For each of her comerades who agrees, Courafge will clasp their right hand, and look into their eye. She doesn't need to do this, of course, but she wants the appearance of ritual, of solemnity. She does not want this to be an invasion.
Then, as the others pack up their kit, Courage lays hands on herself, healing the injuries.
