We had a feast

"What are you doing?" 

Curtis gasped, watching Morro swiftly catch the bowl of water on his right hand while catching Gertrude by the waist on his left. The latter didn't even flinch at his efficient movements as he stood straight. 

"I didn't kill her," Morro defended himself. 

"Take her to the next tent and let her rest, Morro." Morro shifted his attention to Abel. "Take those two with you. I will take care of her."

"Alright." Morro sauntered towards the stand near the bed and placed the bowl of water. He then cast Curtis a look and tipped his head towards the entrance of the tent. 

"You heard His Majesty, or shall I carry you? I don't mind carrying --"

"I can walk." Curtis blurted out reluctantly, giving Abel and then Aries a worried look. "Please take care of her."