Barbara
Roxy, although that wasn't her original name. *That* She had forgotten near a millennia ago. The family that she had chosen adorn her with the name Roxanne. She had come to like it over the past three hundred years or so. 
 She had been tasked with watching over young Keladan by the family head. The boy was foolhardy and difficult, but he had much love and passion. He saw the world much more imaginatively than an old codger like herself could. She had grown to like him too. Roxy followed the tiefling woman, greedily munching and snagging bites along the way. To a caravan of mostly dwarves. Hauling the useless sleeping layabout on her shining shell.
 The group of peoples, some merchants but others with the looks of more important business were gathered. They began to convene and talk about their recent battle. Most ignoring her rudely, *What a welcoming party* She thought. Although they did save us.. Did they not even have an open water barrel somewhere?
She smelled sweet nettle and stopped in her tracks. Finding her quarry she snorted with delight, and tearing through a tweed bag began to feast to her delight.
Margaret
*Dunno about a barrel, but Fey will make sure the tortoise gets watered, however they're watering the horses. Knowing the tortoise had been running around, she'll try to make sure it eats, too. She doesn't know what tortoises eat, but will try to feed Roxy whatever the horses are eating, plus a few carrots and apples.
Then she'll set to making sure what others need medical treatment — like Kro, for example, or the dwarves — as stated above. Heh*
Regina
Rawn went to check on the dwarves wounded in the troll fight. He found that they only had minor injuries. Bruises, bumps, and some minor cuts. He was relieved to find that to be the case. He was sure that Gigfree would have at least had broken ribs... If not been outright killed. 

He then checked on the carts that the trolls had tripped over and through. Remarkably, other than being overturned, they hadn't been damaged at all. He chalked that up to good dwarven engineering. By the time he got to them, the dwarf team sent to inspect them had them righted and their loads almost repacked.

He figured that the caravan would be ready to move out in less than an hour. 

And that's when the giant tortoise showed up.

"Well dip my beard, it really was a big ass turtle!"

"Alright, anyone seen Kro or lil miss Fey? If the turtle's here, they should be too. I've only got one of our new hires accounted for!"

He really hoped that they were both as lucky as his group had been.
Margaret
*Fey had led the tortoise here by luring it with carrots and apples*

*Fey is limping along — had mostly-treated her bit leg, but the pant-leg would still be shredded, along with the top of that boot. Since Rawn is there, she'd ask,* "I know a little bit about healing, are there anyone with wounds that need treating? I ... *Might* Be able to help."
Regina
"None from the main caravan miss Fey. There might be some with your fellow scouts. 
"But it looks like you could use some medical attention yourself."

He bends over to at her leg for a second.

"Ah... I see you met the business end of a worg. I assume you got your revenge? 
"And have you seen mister Kro?"
Margaret
*Fey's leg wound is mostly-healed, seems she, at least, mostly tended to it already. She makes a face as she thinks on Kro's whereabouts*
"Huh. He'd headed this way after we finished off the worgs, but I lost track of him when I stayed to talk to the pretty boy a few minutes. Of course, then he tried to work some magic and passed out. So, I think he's probably fine, just tapped himself out from too much magic use. Had to figure out how to get the big-ass turtle moving myself."
Regina
"Pretty boy? Hmmm so the report of a rider of this... Beast is accurate? 
"Well, i shoukd probably meet them."
Margaret
*Fey would have tried to lash Kel — especially if he'd already had his own straps up there or something — to the top of the turtle. Ya know, so he wouldn't have slid off while they came over here, or somethin'*
"Well, I'll wait for Kro to show up before I finish my leg. I can get by on it like this, if need be, after all. You sure none of the others need magic? I have enough tor maybe two more alchemy spells, and I have three potions on me — though, those take time to make more.
Robert
Slowly dragging a worg Kro can now be seen coming out of the tree line. He had healed his leg and taken a liking to his ripped leg pants. "Well no reason to change them, we may run into more trouble. Look girl, looks like they handled those trolls well. This Master Dwarf must have hand-picked his men."
Regina
"We're all good here, miss Fey. Good swarthy dwarves, the lot of us. Gigfree will be telling the story of how he's strong enough to take a troll hit and survive.

"Ah, there's master Kro... Not looking to worse for the wear."
Margaret
*Fey eyes Kro a moment, then looks to Rawn,* "Well, I'm sure he picked them himself for this mission, sure. If that will be all, milord, I guess I can fix up my leg the rest of the way. Don't know how to mend the pants or boot though, hope the boot holds up... *She won't go far, though, just find a seat nearby. Wants to still be in the conversation, despite her saying 'if that will be all', heh*
Regina
"Talk with Fri about your boots. We can't have you going around working up blisters now can we?"
Margaret
*Fey nods as she finds a seat near-enough to Rawn and Kro,* "Will do, m'lord." *She digs in a few pouches, wadding together a few select ingredients into some sweet-smelling goop, then pops it into her mouth. A second or two tummy-gurgles can be heard. Several seconds after that, she grabs her tail, aiming the wedge-like tip at her other hand. She squeezes lightly at her tail near that tip,* "Ahhh..." *And a more-processed ooze ... Well, oozes out. Heh. She rolls up this ooze and slimes it over the remains of her leg-wound, and it patches back together the rest of the way*