Up on the rooftop {OPEN}

Dwyn scowls as Flight forces her to lean on her. Sure they go faster but it goes against everything she'd learned and it opened up some of Flight's injuries. She owed this girl way to much, even if they were friends. She can feel every bump and jolt in her shoulder as they walked. At least when she was whipped she was unconscious. That was much better, she didn't feel a thing. When they get to the sewers and down inside she relaxes a bit. The Sewers, oddly enough, felt safer than up-top. But the sudden change in temperature was agonizing on her shoulder. They get to Serena, who eye's the pair with suspicion and then worry as they come closer. She scuttles out from behind the table and looks at them with an almost motherly concern, especially Dwyn. She quickly gathers everything from the table and puts it in the tent behind the table, securely closing the flap. She beckons to the table. "Dwyn Sparks. What did you do? Sit on the table and you too." she speaks. When both of them are sat down she tends to Dwyn first, cutting off her shirt and the bandages, leaving just a tank-top on. Then she grabs a bottle of alcohol, dousing the wound. Dwyn just grits her teeth again. Serena then proceeds to give Dwyn a strip of cloth to bite on as she sews the wound closed. "The knife hit bone. It'll hurt like hell for a while. But you lost way to much blood, drink this and just sit there." she hands Dwyn a bottle of whiskey after applying clean bandages from her stash. Then it's Flight's turn. She strips off all her bandages and examines the reopened wounds. "What were you two up to?" she asks as she fixes her up. When she's done she hands Flight another bottle of whiskey to drink. "You two better stay there for a while. Now, about my payment. $250 should cover it."