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Backdate to Dec 9th or so? wc: 553
As if Ehno hadn't been feeling like a complete fool after getting his ass handed to him back in Halifax, making the trip back home with fresh wounds really topped it off. Of course he tried to rest up and take care of the most serious of injuries that night in the city after seeking refuge in a quaint and dusty little house at the edge of town, but his healing knowledge was sparse at best. He needed to get home, get his wounds rightfully taken care of, and proceed to hide his face in shame under the guise of getting himself some rest. It seemed like a simple enough plan at first, but making the trek home proved more difficult than he had anticipated. The fact that he had to lug around the old duffel bag that he'd filled with supplies scavenged from the concrete jungle only made matters worse. And of course he was too stubborn to leave it behind temporarily to make the trip easier on himself. That would require him to return there, and he sure as hell wasn't keen on going back after what had happened.
The Marino still couldn't believe that he'd allowed himself to do something so stupid. But the weeks of unchecked frustration mixed with the alcohol and that brute's arrogant behavior could only lead to one conclusion, despite Ehno's complete lack of combat skill. The whole experience was only made worse by the news that Naniko was back in town. Once upon a time, such news would have been bright for the Marino, but not now. Not after the abrupt disappearance she'd taken and all that had happened in the mean time. Especially if she was in league with assholes like that guy. Ehno may have lost the fight, but the few hits he got in would give him something to think about. Served him right, too. The whole ordeal seemed so completely idiotic in hindsight, but at the time it had felt right. And as with most things that go that way, Ehno was regretting it now.
After those few days of strained travel, the relief he felt once the Manor was in sight was enormous. All he wanted to do now was crawl upstairs and pass out in the comfort of his bed. He knew that that would have to wait, though. Despite his weariness, he knew that it would be best for him to get his wounds looked at first. It was approaching the tail-end of the morning, but he hoped his niece would still be lingering around the building. He wasn't feeling up for much of a game of hide-and-seek right now. The Marino man trudged up the stairs and made his way inside, heading straight for the main room. It pleased him to see that someone had started up a fire there in the fireplace, and the sight prompted a tired smile to his features. "Cambria, sei a casa?" he tried calling, glancing around to each of the surrounding hallways. It wouldn't be much help if she wasn't somewhere nearby, but it was worth a shot. With a sigh, he set the large bag down and gingerly seated himself on the old couch. Maybe just a quick rest, then he could take a look around for her.