A satyr with a broken leg is up there

She ignores the satyr.

She just lays on one of the cots.

A while later, Puck came into the room to get the girls The room was dark; candles flickered erratically, and mushrooms on the walls glowed with a soft yellow luminance.

"Come on. Our lovely nurse got a few of her friends together to make you two a dress. They refuse to show them to me, of course, so you have to march in there and come out wearing it."

(Ping)

" you should wear a dress too. Because that'd be something I'd go to any party for. "

Isiea stands and heads over there.

He scoffed. "Yeah, I'm sure."

The nurse was waiting for them in the hall, a small, pleased smile on her lips. "Ah, there you two are."

Before either of them could ask, she said, "the same," she replied, leading them down the hall. "The stubborn fool is walking now, and even challenged Robin to a sparring match this afternoon. I stopped them, of course, though Robin was only too happy to fight him, the idiot."

"Hey," Puck said behind them. "Im not the one who offered. I was just doing the guy a favor."

The nurse whirled and fixed him with a gimlet eye. "You--" she began, then threw her hands up. "Go get ready, idiot. Youve been hovering at the door like a lost puppy all day. Tell the prince well be leaving as soon as the sisters are ready. Now, get."

Puck retreated, grinning, and the nurse sighed. "Those two," she muttered. "Theyre either best friends or darkest enemies, I cant tell which. Come with me."

She quietly follows her.

Lise feels the same. She follows the nurse.