The battle mostly concluded, some of the Woodmen tend their hurt and mourn their fallen, while others pick off stragglers.
((Due to scheduling constraints, the battle itself was played in just under two hours, so it is quick-paced and some parts are done in broad strokes.))
Faelingil places a calming hand on the brow of the woman lying before her, then yanks the poisoned arrow from the woman's wound in a sudden swift movement. (W) "Yes, a quick wash of the wound, please. Gently." Looking up, she spots some of the orcs, previously disoriented by Leohna's cry and scattered willy-nilly, regathering their senses to charge, apparently unnoticed.
Beastmother | A relatively small Orc slips into the stockade and hopes to take the people inside by surprise, but sees Ljota, Em and Jess and decides to nope out of there.
Leohna moves on from her puppy patient who was sleeping bandaged. She instructs them not to move Dalgo from her side. She barks more orders and begins working on another seriously wounded warrior.
Heriwulf hasn't had a moment to see if he's injured yet, or his own hounds. He stands looking for more orcs to slay for a few moments, but each time he spots one, someone else fells it before he can move. He pants and catches his breath. After a moment of that, he calls, "Niht! Brunan! Hundr! Dalgo! Brenn!" and before they answer, he heads for the healer's tent.
Hildegund makes her way along the tree-branches, looking for stragglers. When she sees them, it's almost too late, but she hears Marnewyn's cry and some loosed arrows.
Beastmother stands ready to intercept the regrouping Orcs as they make for a last ditch charge at the tent.
Aelfrida brings Honeycake right outside the tent, sinking slowly to the ground with Honeycake in her arms, calling out weakly, "She says she got kicked, really hard, but the blood isn't hers" and blinks her eyes, looking around strangely, "Why are you all butterflies?"
Gelvira nods, doing exactly as she was directed to do. She'd lower herself onto her knees, using the hot water to wash the wound as gently as she was able, looking to the woman sympathetically.
Leohna is barking orders while she puts pressure on a deep wound on a young lad. "River! Yer hands! Apply pressure." She quickly makes a tea and makes the lad drink it. "Tastes awful but down it goes. Make ye feel better." She quickly goes back to the wound and begins patching him up. Her hands covered in blood not her own. Dalgo rests, bandaged on a bed behind her.
Faelingil leaps up, pulling her bow from her back, nocking and loosing an arrow into one of the charging orcs as she herself leaps out of the tent. (W) "Wash, then salve; three times. Then bandage tight." she asks Wood-Sculptor, but then she's gone.
Heriwulf takes a moment to look around and make sure everyone in the healer's tent is safe. He smiles spotting Leohna's swift and decisive work, then turns to start inspecting his own hounds. Four have answered, and none are hurt, but the fifth hasn't. After a quick inspection of the four he starts looking in on other hounds as he sees them.
Gelvira blinks, yet listens to her instructions incredibly carefully. She did, however, look up to ask the elf a question but clearly was unable to, as she wasn't anywhere to be seen. Instead, she simply followed the instructions the elf has given her, mumbling quietly to the woman she tended to as she worked.
Leohna moves from wounded to wounded, their numbers dwindling now. She looks around for more and spots Aelfrida and Honeycakes. "Help! Home-Wright!" She limps over and drops to her knees looking her over for injuries.
Hildegund swings down from the trees, rolling on the ground to absorb the impact, and re-launches with the momentum, charging for the regrouped orcs with her spear. Since she is coming from behind, she gives no battle-cry and does not summon her hound.
Heriwulf mutters "I have to remember to go back for my bow," then calls out in the Woodmen tongue (which is near enough to Dalish to be understood by those who speak that), "Bring your injured hounds to me."
Beastmother stays in line, letting the regrouped Orcs reach them and turns the blade of the first one to do so aside before smacking it on the side of the head with the other end of her metal-tipped staff.
Beastmother follows up with a second blow to its head as it drops to the ground, finishing it off before it has a chance to recover.
Leohna looks over the wound and sniffs, (S) "This doesn't smell right..." She looks up and shouts in Westron, "Water! Here! Bring my salves!"
Aelfrida whispers weakly, "Honeycake, save her first, and Plank-Hewer, spear... leg..." She tries to keep her eyes open, "Feel like I just built a stockade."
Gelvira hesitated in her own work as Leohna called out, blinking a few times as she spotted Aelfrida in her condition. She had wrapped up the woman, arguably rather well on her first attempt, before her attention moved to Leohna and Aelfrida again.
Heriwulf asks each Woodman who brings him a hound to go out looking for other hounds who might need help but whose companions are themselves injured. He works quickly as he can to triage and tend hounds, but fortunately, with one notable exception he hasn't noticed yet, none have anything more than a few gouges and a lot of kicks.
Beastmother takes a step back and holds her staff closer to a spear at another Orc in the straggler group, prodding at it to keep it at bay. She takes a slight step back, then another, her grip switching more to the middle of the weapon and the Orc unthinkingly closes the distance only to be struck.
Leohna grabs her salves and frowns, "Not here! I'm out... No no no no!" She looks around and spots Wood-Sculptor, "Wood-Sculptor! Help me! Poison wound! I am out of salves. Did the elves bring any?!" She looks to Honeycakes and says to Aelfrida, "I've got ye lass and Honeycakes. Plank-Hewer was already treated. Just before I saw ye. Stay down and keep talkin' love. Did ye see them apple pies I made this morning?" Tries to keep her talking while she tends Honeycakes.
Ljota jabs at an orc and is easily deflected, but she manages to give him a decent whack on his shoulder.
Faelingil had continued darting toward the approaching orcs, nocking and loosing a second arrow as she ran.
Hildegund spears her target, and Jess takes advantage of distractions to make more fatal holes in them before they recover.
Beastmother leaves the finishing to Jess now as she tries to hit more Orcs with her quarterstaff to knock them out or disorientate them.
Heriwulf | Though there are quite a lot of injuries, some quite serious, only three of the warriors have died. Some of those uninjured go out to collect the fallen so they can be buried in a place of honor.
Gelvira looks around frantically for the salve she had just used, and upon finding it, rose to her feet and wormed her way carefully through the injured until she reached Leohna's side. She'd drop down to their level, offering the salve to Leohna before looking over Aelfrida, a faint smile of encouragement.
Aelfrida flutters her eyes a bit, "mmm apple pie. I like apple pie, it's the best pie. best with cheese..."
Hildegund | Marnewyn gets one more shot in before she starts swearing about them all being too close to friends now, and she looks out again, watching for more - or the fallen who might not yet have been seen.
Faelingil starts toward yet another orc, then glances back over her shoulder back toward the healing tent, distracted by the growing crowd and commotion she hears there.
Leohna looks up to Gelvira, "Yer my hero, love." She looks to Aelfrida and starts treating the wound. "Aye! I saved ye some cheese. Bet it goes great with me pie. Stay with me now. Ye can sleep later. What's yer favourite pie?"
Heriwulf has bandaged and salved quite a few hounds, and finally having a break notices Dalgo hasn't answered. "Dalgo! Dalgo!" he calls a few times.
Aelfrida tries to snort and it comes out more like a snuffle, "jus' said, apple pie is the best, pork's good too. oh and a nice... b... berry pie..."
Aelfrida mutters, "That hurts, I'mma tell Heriwulf you're mean..."
Leohna works quickly, her hands a flourish as they fly over her wound. Seeping the poison out with the salve and washing the wound with water a few times. She looks to Gelvira, "Ye think ye can finish stitching her up while I take check on my other patients?" She looks to Aelfrida, "I'll make 'em all for ye then. Honeycakes will be just fine, love, and is right here beside ye." Chuckles at being called mean, "I know it hurts love. Almost done then I can give ye something for the pain. Deal?"
Faelingil turns back to return to the healer's tent, quickly inserting herself back into the ebb and flow of the tent. She glances toward Hound-Friend with a concerned look.
Beastmother looks around at the downed Orcs Jess poked holes into, "I...think that's all of them."
Leohna looks to Aelfrida, "Wood-Sculptor is going to stitch ye up. I need to check on Dalgo. Ye'll be just fine love." She winks at them both and stands, limping to the tent to check on Dalgo. If Gelvira can't stitch her River-Wader will.
Aelfrida | Honeycake creeps up to Aelfrida and snuggles up against her unwounded side, resting her head on the thigh nearest, she gazes with intensity at her and Aelfrida murmurs, "You did good" and finally falls asleep.
Leohna calls out, "Hound-Friend!"
Hildegund makes sure of the orcs she sees freshly down, incuding the ones she did in. No getting back up behind her, thanks. She's moving a bit oddly, even for her. Maybe it has something to do with the black shafts sticking out of the shield on her back. Or, in some cases, through it.
Beastmother | The ravens begin to descend from the skies as the fighting settles and begins to pick away at the Orc bodies of which there are plenty for all of them.
Heriwulf is still calling for Dalgo as he sees his way into the tent. "Yes?" he says, coming to Leohna. There's a line of bright red across one cheek, blood dripping from it, but it must be very shallow or there'd be a lot more.
Leohna looks at him and shakes her head. She pets Dalgo's head. "My love...I'm sorry. His wound was too deep. I did all I could. I'm sorry."
Faelingil looks up from the man she is tending to give Wood-Sculptor a reassuring smile. (W) "You're a Wood-Sculptor, yes? Steady hands? You'll do fine." She turns back to her own work, cleaning and stitching a wound, the original idea of "triage" vs "healing" lost in the chaos of battle.
Ljota blinks slowly and looks around a bit, taking quite some time to process that the orcs are defeated. She stares at one a moment, then steps over him to check on Hildegund.
Beastmother looks to the wounded with the Orcs down and others finishing them off, particularly for any injured hounds.
Faelingil looks at Leohna and Hound-Friend from the corner of her eye, but doesn't comment. The corners of her mouth turn downward as she ties off this wound, then moves on.
Heriwulf just stares for a few moments, then nods, stoic, though there's a small tear. Grimhild appears behind him. "Saved my life," she says, then without another word walks off to her tent. Heriwulf says, a little choked up, "A warrior's death. He shall be remembered."
Hildegund smiles at her sweetheart and her hound, then looks up. "Can help? Back heavy."
Gelvira looks to Leohna, then to Aelfrida, and then finally back to Leohna with widened eyes. She wouldn't have any idea how to stitch up a wound, and so was about to allow River-wader to take over, until she looked to Arastal. She'd shake her head, incredibly overwhelmed, and so River-wader took on the role instead. Despite that, she'd watch him carefully, as well as checking on Aelfrida.
Ljota stares at her an extra moment, then comes around the back to try and get her shield off, grimacing slightly.
Leohna nods to Heriwulf, "He were brave. The whole time." Chokes up seeing him choke up. Shep pats his arm. "Let me clean that cut, then ye should get some sleep love. They all should. I have more wounded to tend to."
Hildegund grunts at the feel. "Think need break arrows. Shield stuck."
Faelingil straightens from her work and looks around for any other wounded, but all that she sees appear to already be under treatment. Quietly, she bows her way out of the tent, peering around the stockade quietly.
Heriwulf nods. "What cut?" he says. Around them, the warriors are retreating to either celebrate, mourn, sleep, or suffer their injuries. Woodmen apparently don't have rousing speeches after the battle -- Grimhild at least was content with hers from before.
Beastmother steps by a few of the injured hounds, whispering something inaudible to them and petting a few (where they aren't injured of course). She notices Leohna and Hound-Friend and the fallen Dalgo and lowers her head solemnly before moving on to help bandage one of the injured Woodmen.
Ljota knits her brows tight. "How do I do that without hurting you? Should I... get someone else?"
Leohna points to her own face where his cut it. She reaches for her tools and quickly cleans it, "Hold still. It isn't deep. No stitches needed." Looks exhausted for someone who did zero fighting.
Heriwulf nods dutifully to Leohna to let her do her work. "Thank you, love. For all you've done today."
Hildegund tries to shrug. It's barely perceptible because the arrows and shield restrict her range of motion. "If want? I not see. You see. Is you decide."
Leohna shakes her head, "No need to thank me. I would have helped even if I weren't in love with ye. Get some sleep. I probably won't be joining ye tonight. Too many wounded to look after." She hugs him tightly and whispers, "Glad ye came back to me."
Ljota swallows a moment, then goes off to grab the nearest person she thinks does healing stuff. It's Arastal. "Could you... help Tree-Walker?"
Gelvira lifts herself up to her feet now that Aelfrida was tended to, and she made her way slowly around the wounded. She was looking down at them all individually, clearing looking for someone, or at least not hoping to find her there. She'd be chewing anxiously on the edge of her thumb, yet did lower her head to pay her respect to both the wounded and the dead.
Heriwulf says, "I said I would." Once she's done tending the cut, he somberly takes Dalgo and cradles the hound in his arms. Though he's clearly exhausted he carries the hound off. The next day, people might find, away from the larger graves, one very small grave, marked only by a small stone, near the bank of the stream. Whatever mourning Heriwulf does during this burial, he keeps to himself, but when he finally gets to his small room, Niht, Brunan, and Hundr are all there sharing the room.
Faelingil begins to turn back to the tent, brow furrowed... but stops at Ljota's approach. (W) "Certainly," she replies, following the woman.
Leohna watches him go sadly and darts off to see if anyone else needs help.
Hildegund has a shield strapped to her back (via shoulder straps), and it's full of arrows, some of which have gone through, and prevent removing it directly. The fact that she's still standing probably means those stopped in her gambeson.
Beastmother finishes helping one of the healers bandage a minor cut and looks around the tent as well.
Leohna looks around with a sigh. The wounded have been tended to, minus Hilde who is being tended to, so she does a quick sweep to see if anyone needed something for pain, etc.
Faelingil approaches Tree-Walker slowly, looking over the arrow-ridden shield on the woman's back. Raising a brow to ask permission, she begins reaching slowly to grasp the shield with one hand.
Hildegund nods. "Needs break arrows. Or shield? I not see. Not sure."
Gelvira | After looking around the injured, both anxious and overwhelmed, she'd look over to Leohna, making her way over to her; ''Leohna.. You haven't seen or tended to Snow-Hair, have you?''
Beastmother makes her way out of the tent with staff in hand.
Leohna looks to Wood-Sculptor, "No, love. Didn't see her in my tent or among the wounded."
Gelvira nods, blinking a few times before she'd look out to the wounded one more time; ''Alright.. That's good.. Well, I'm going to go look for her..''
Faelingil nods with a warm smile. "The arrows," she says, grasping the shield with one hand, and the shaft of an arrow with the other. "I'm going to start breaking them off now," she says.
Leohna nods, "I wish ye luck, love. Thank ye for yer help today. Ye did good work."
Hildegund nods once to show she's heard, and holds herself steady in position.
Gelvira nods, yet didn't seem overly keen on giving her a response, given the circumstances. Instead, she'd quickly turn on her heels to begin walking through the crowds in search of her.
Hildegund | Jess comes back from wherever she'd disappeared to with some sticks, and goes out into the trapped field to start making sure all of the traps are sprung. Should she find anyone still alive, she'll take appropriate action.
Faelingil breaks the arrowshafts systematically from top to bottom, keeping the breaks as clean as possible, discarding the fletched ends on the ground as she works. When she's done, she carefully works the shield off over the now-stumpy ends, keeping a careful eye on Tree-Walker in case it turns out that an arrow *did* make its way through to skin.
Hildegund | Fang whines a little, but the woman stays stoically still as the shield gets worked off. Thyra whines a little in response, as she and Scarlet Jay come up to see whether they can help.
Leohna sees the wounded are tended to until bandages needed to be changed or medicine given she slumps against a tree and slides down. She looks up to the skies, (S) "Thank you, My Lady." She sighs and looks at her blood stained hands. She sighs again and stands up to go wash them.
Beastmother imitates what sounds like a raven's call, and a few moments later a raven emerges from the woods to land on her outstretched arm. She leans over and whispers something to the bird as she walks over to one of the fallen Orcs by the gate.
Faelingil finishes working off the shield and absent-mindedly leans it against her leg as she peers at the woman's back, looking for sign of injury.
Beastmother lowers herself by the dead Orc and the raven hops off her arm and onto the corpse. Soon, a second emerges from the forest and begins pecking away at the body. (S) "Feast, my friends, for you have deserved it."
Hildegund sighs and nods. "Is good. Need take off." She pouts a moment. "Is waste Leohna work. Think is need new one."
Leohna walks over to the group drying her hands. "Everything ok here?"
Hildegund is fine, aside from her back looking like an inverse porcupine. But Fang's not too worried....
Hildegund looks down at the perforated ex-shield. "Is firewood."
Faelingil frowns momentarily, a little confused, but doesn't see any sign of injury, nor does the woman appear to be in distress. So she begins to gingerly work the arrows out of the gambeson to facilitate the padded garment's removal.
Hildegund shakes her head. "Is take off. Maybe save. Think not." She tries undoing it enough to start removing it. She does seem to be moving a little stiffly in ways that even she usually doesn't.
Leohna smiles at Tree-Walker. "Looks like that gambeson worked a treat. I still got yer measurements. I can make ye a new one. Ye don't worry about that."
Hildegund nods. "Feel bad. Not last. Think not have back now."
Beastmother stays by the gate, observing the woods and occasionally looking back to the ravens as they pick away at the dead Orcs.
Faelingil reaches out to help the woman remove the garment, likely detecting the stiffness of her movement, though she has no good comparison point.
Hildegund seems to need a bit of that help, at least in getting it over her head. Fang whines again at that point, moving closer to her and sniffing at her. He then sits back, seemingly content enough after all.
Leohna looks her over, "Ye feeling ok, love? Ye hit anywhere?" Looks her over from a distance, "Ye don't worry about the gambeson. It did what it was suppose to do. That is the important part. Real easy to make too." Steps a little away so as to not crowd her.
Faelingil frowns thoughtfully. "Is your shoulder hurt?" she asks, assisting as needed.
Hildegund shrugs a little. It's not much of one, even without the load from before. "Is... hurts. Think no holes." She looks at Fang, then nods once. "Is no holes." Her under-shirt agrees. No holes in it, and no blood.
Beastmother | Another raven flies in from the woods and lands in front of Em. It opens its beak and drops an Orc's eye on the ground before them, then looks up at the tall woman, letting out a series of clicking sounds.
Faelingil says, 'Does it hurt when you hold it still, or only when you move it certain ways?'
Beastmother chuckles, (S) "No! I don't want that. You have it."
Leohna looks around and sees everyone is well in hand. She sighs and starts cleaning up her tent.
Hildegund ponders. "Is hurts."
Beastmother | The raven looks up and lets out a few more clicks.
Beastmother prods the eye towards the raven with the tip of her staff. (S) "It's yours."
Faelingil pauses, then cautiously lifts a hand. "May I?" she asks, gesturing toward whichever shoulder seemed to be hurting.
Beastmother | The raven finally gets it and takes the eye for itself before taking off.
Beastmother chuckles again as she watches the raven go.
Hildegund nods, turning her whole back to the elf.
Faelingil would want to be able to see the shoulder itself, to look for any discolouration of the skin, so Arastal looks for a way to make that happen, if she cannot already see it.
Leohna putters around cleaning the tent, scrubbing blood off the tables inside, and burning the bloody bandages.
Hildegund | Scarlet Jay hisses a little to herself and moves up to look her friend in the eye. "How bad is it, Tree-Walker? Is anything broken? Do you know?"
Faelingil in any case, she reaches out and begins lightly pressing here and there, trying to gauge the woman's difficult-to-read reaction.
Hildegund shakes her head once. "Not know. Only know not bleed." Fang whines a bit at reactions only he seems to notice. Tree-Walker is entirely too stoic.
Faelingil glances over at the hound, then back at Tree-Walker. "It would be best if I could see the shoulder, to check for bruising..."
Beastmother looks back to the woods as she notices a pale form approaching from it. She meets Gloss by the gate, his white fur bearing stains of blood, particularly around his jaw. She kneels down and checks the wolf, smiling once she is sure the blood is not his, (S) "It's good to see you, my friend."
Leohna hears whining and comes out her her tent. She walks over tossing some more bandages in the fire. "Ye ok Tree-Walker? Ye need a break for a minute?"
Hildegund starts to un-tuck the shirt and lift it up, then sighs as she gets it not quite to her armpits. "Need help lift. Hurt move up." Scarlet Jay starts to step forward, but then looks to Ljota.
Beastmother gives Gloss a pat before rising to her feet, (S) "You did well. Come, let us go together to search for any who may have fled the battle."
Ljota seems somewhat unfocused, but blinks twice and steps in to help.
Faelingil examines the shoulder for any discolouration or anything else out of the ordinary.
Leohna sees she is not needed and walks away. She goes back to cleaning the healer's tent and gathering her supplies, or what is left.
Hildegund isn't that concerned who sees her, since that's the way of the woodmen with usually bathing outside and such. Both shoulders are clearly going to be a mass of bruising soon. The experienced eye can already see swelling, besides the colouration change.
Faelingil begins to reach toward the shoulder again, then pauses. "Can you tell me if I press somewhere and it hurts more than elsewhere?" she asks.
Hildegund nods once. "Yes."
Faelingil begins testing the shoulder again, pressing gently both on more muscly parts and on more boney parts.
Hildegund ponders through it, with Fang whining off and on. "Was hurt more there. Sorry. Slow make words. Back over." She flaps her left hand vaguely.
Faelingil moves her hands back over onto a bony bit. "Here?"
Hildegund nods. "Yes. There." Fang whines more.
Faelingil presses lightly in the area, moving slightly, to see how localized the pain is.
Hildegund murmurs bits of "there" and "there" at a few points, and Fang looks even less happy, though he's stopped outright whining.
Faelingil sighs, and stops prodding. "I'm sorry, I'm sure that hurt." She gestures to Ljota that Tree-Walker's shoulder need no longer be uncovered.
Hildegund nods. "Is hurt. Need know. Is fine."
Hildegund | Scarlet Jay looks over to see whether Leohna's still moving. "Is she going to need some kind of salve on that? Before she gets dressed or goes home or whatever?"
Faelingil says, 'The injury is in the bone, not quite a break, something smaller. I've seen such before, and it will get better if you rest the shoulder... You will have to avoid using this arm for a while. I suggest that we bandage it to provide cushioning, and that you wear a sling for about a moon's time.'
Leohna walks out of the now spotless tent and rubs her face. She looks exhausted.
Faelingil says, 'You can drink a tea made of white willow bark to help with the swelling and the pain, but the healing must come from rest.'
Hildegund sighs, and nods once, clearly not happy. "Is work arm. Hope can eat."
Faelingil pauses for a moment, furrowing her brow, then smiles gently. "You have friends who can help you if need be. But I think you will be able to eat." With that she turns toward the tent and Leohna.
Leohna looks up, "Everything alright?"
Hildegund blows out her breath once, and looks to Ljota with a weak smile. "Said come back you. Did."
Faelingil nods slightly, but with some concern in her eyes. (S) "Yes, but she's hurt the bone. Not a full break, but it seems quite painful."
Leohna nods, (S) "I can keep an eye on her. Did ye give her something for the pain yet? I have some willow bark."
Faelingil smiles warmly. (S) "Not yet, but willow bark is what I suggested. My supplies are... were...?" (she glances past Leohna and into the tent) "in here. The shoulder should be bandaged as well, and a sling made."
Ljota manages a slight one of her own. "I'm glad. Do you, uh... need help back to the hut?"
Hildegund | Scarlet Jay steps off to give them some semblance of privacy. "I'll be in my, um, camp-spot if anyone needs any help." She makes her way over, mostly even out of sight.
Leohna nods, (S) "Didn't touch yer supplies. All still there. Just cleaned up the blood and mess. Would you like help tending your patient or shall I take over?"
Hildegund ponders. "They talk. Not sure what say. Think wait little, since she say need sling."
Hildegund tilts her head and snorts with something vaguely like amusement. "Not think talk elf. Never important. Not allowed."
Faelingil nods and begins to move past the small woman, then pauses and regards her thoughtfully. (S) "If... You would like to help... You could make a tea of the bark while I wrap the shoulder...?"
Leohna nods, (S) "Happy to assist." She pulls the willow bark from her supplies and makes a tea for Tree-Walker.
Faelingil continues into the tent, gathers her bandaging supplies, and returns to Tree-Walker.
Leohna walks back with the tea.
Faelingil gestures subtly toward the shoulder with her head. "I'd like to wrap this up now," she says, asking permission. If given it, she will wrap it supportively but not over-tight, and then fashion for Tree-Walker a nice, sturdy sling.
Hildegund stands a bit more straight, not that she was slumping to start with. She clearly heard the approach even of the elf. She nods once. "Yes."
Leohna hands Tree-Walker the tea, "Here ye go, love. This will help with the pain."
Hildegund smiles briefly, just a little, and remembers to take the mug in her right hand.
Leohna smiles and steps back. She looks at Fang. "Good Fang." She steps a little away to give Tree-Walker some breathing room.
Faelingil ties off the sling and steps back. "Leohna is a capable healer," she says. "I must... Go, for now. May you heal well, and stars smile upon your path."
Faelingil says, '(S) Have you seen the two others that came with me?'
Hildegund holds almost annoyingly still for the bandaging. She just doesn't show enough sign of the pain. If she hadn't needed help getting her clothes off, it would seem like she didn't even feel it. She nods once at the words after. "Is... thank you."
Leohna nods and points to where they were waiting for her.
Faelingil smiles warmly in response to Tree-Walker's thanks. "No need," she murmurs, and gives a slight nod to Ljota as well before turning away to Leohna.
Hildegund sighs as she looks down at her dropped gear, with the mug in her hand. "Need help pick up and carry? Then we go home?"
Ljota nods a bit and gathers everything up.
Leohna says, (S) "Thanks for your help and your friends' help."
Hildegund smiles to her and starts off for the hut, moving carefully.
Ljota comes after.
Faelingil blinks, follows Leohna's indication with her gaze, then chuckles softly. (S) "I must be more tired than I realized," she murmurs. "Thank you." She makes her way to the healer's tent where, along with Siloriel and Ialloron, she gathers her things. They head off toward they own tents
Leohna watches them go and makes her rounds, check up on the wounded.
