Marcia decided to keep her mouth shut as Patrick spoke to the elders. It wasn't going well. The elder council was apparently refusing to accept any sort of fault for the incident, as the satyrs that took advantage of Marcia were not members of the village. It made sense they didn't want to accept fault, but that also meant they didn't want to help Marcia.
Still wrapped in a blanket, Marcia's hands drifted towards her stomach. She was carrying at least six half-satyr children. Possibly more. Likely more, to be frank. Marcia had seen some of her former frat boy friends give birth to multiples over and over again.
"Really? You will not help this poor woman?" Patrick raged. The elders shook their heads. "Fine! In that case, I will help her!" Patrick scooped Marcia into his arms and brought her out of the hut. They got on Patrick's horse again.
"Where are we going?" Marcia asked weakly. Patrick smiled at her.
"My hometown. I will not let you be forced to be an unwed mother to six or more. In my hometown, I can find you help. There are many men who would like to marry you, even with your baggage." Patrick stroked Marcia's cheek, making her shiver in desire. He was so...handsome. She wanted him so badly! "Honestly, I would marry you. You are a beautiful maiden, fair Marcia."
"Th-thank you," Marcia stammered. Patrick dug his heels into the side of his horse. They set off for Patrick's hometown, and, hopefully, a wedding between Marcia and Patrick.