Daniel
Eotum then held out his hand, taking the cloth back. He'd wash it later. Or perhaps perform experiments on it. Maybe later.

"I would have offered you opia, but sadly it doesn't work." Eotum commented as Marsila continued to lie down on the grassy floor. "But... Here. Sit up."

Helping her up a little so she could sit against the trunk of a tree, the scholar offered her some rations. It wasn't anything special; just some bread, dried meat and some nuts.

"I can hunt and find a water source, so don't worry." The scholar said as he also offered her his water canteen. "You need it more than I do. You may be a shifter with healing abilities, but eating helps a lot. Especially after a stressful encounter."

Eotum stood up and left the food at her side should she wish to eat it. "I'll go back and scavenge what I can. Maybe the bird I'm hunting for is allergic to silver or something. And maybe a few more coins would be lovely..."

He kept muttering to himself as he went back to the scene of the fight, leaving Marsila by herself.
David
Rekkan glared at the only man standing before him. He tried to get his intention, especially after cutting down the soldiers he was supposed to be working with. His questions were answered without needing to voice them. The man could take an educated guess about what was going on in the wanderer's mind.

"Please,-" The man spoke with a cracked tone. "-let my friend go. We don't want to partake in this any longer."

The swordsman's glare intensified. His eyes squinted. There was no reason for him to trust the mercenary, the cutthroat, but he did the unthinkable and helped his former hostage lie down on his back. "He won't live without immediate assistance." Rekkan said, kneeling beside the injured man. "Tear the clothes of the men you killed, the clean parts only. Bring them here." He ordered and the man followed, quick to aid Rekkan if that meant saving his friend's life.

Twiss was a young man with the right heart but the wrong ideas. He wanted to make fast money without looking at the costs. He was a new member of Atovar's wicked crew, along with his friend, Swass. Twiss and Swass were like brothers since they were children, growing up to poor families in a village much like the one they found themselves in. They wanted to strike big, have their share of the bounty that Atovar promised and go back to turn their lives around. But they were dumb and found themselves in a gang where the code was just a front to hire the naive. Either one adapted to their cold and nasty deeds or one died.

"Guess I... Got the short end of the stick...!!" Swass grunted and coughed. He grinned at his childhood friend as Rekkan worked to clean the wounds. He knee that if he removed the bolts, he needed to cauterize the wounds. That meant a lot of pain. "Shut up, Swass! You will make it!" Swass nodded weakly. His grin turned to a painful grimace as teeth gritted.

"Shut up." Rekkan interjected. "Close your eyes. Both of you." Twiss and Swass didn't know how to react, but a stern rhetorical of them wanting the injured one to live made them comply. In swift motions, the wandering swordsman pulled the bolts out in succession and shot his pinky in each, using his fire to surge at the tip to heat up and singe the wound to the point it sealed up. It was a harrowing and painful experience that Swass wouldn't forget so soon, but it got him fixed somehow. Not that he didn't feel intense pain, but he was one step closer to recovery. "Y-you... What did you do...?!" Twiss asked in utter disbelief. He thought Swass was a goner. But there was his friend, breathing poorly, but surely.

"Do not come after me." Rekkan said as he stood, only to find Twiss wielding one of the crossbows armed with a silver bolt. What he did next was another surprise.

"Take it. You saved my friend. Let me return the favor and help you." Twiss handed the crossbow to Rekkan and, after the latter accepted it, picked his own up from the ground.
Leon
When he mentioned the drug he had given Rekkan and her earlier, Marsila couldn't help but feel annoyed with herself. Painkillers would have been great right now but it seems being shifter gave her the disadvantage of only accepting magical elements into her body. 

"Thanks." She croaked out as he helped her to sit up. Her jaw lowered before she moved in side to side so she would be able to relieve the tension created when the arrows were removed. The shifter exhaled deeply as she rested her back against the tree trunk, thankful that the pain subsided almost immediately as her wounds began to close. 

She wished he didn't feel the need to leave her alone once again but there wasn't much she could do as she watched him leave. Instead, she focused on regaining her energy through the little food he supplied her with along with the water. Marsila never realised how thirsty she was until no water remained in the canteen after she had finished with it. The water had felt like a great relief when she drank as the cool liquid dulled the burning sensation left by the arrows.

Once she had finished, Marsila turned her head slightly to the left so she was now facing her injured shoulder. Reaching her hand up, her fingers hooked around the thin material before lowering it so she could see what the wound looked like.

Marsila wasn't happy with what she saw. The flesh the silver made contact with had burned away at her muscles and resulting the skin surrounding to darken as the flesh surrounding died. It was going to leave an hideous scar and the shifter dreaded what her thighs would look like. But on a positive note, she could feel the tickle of her flesh stitching itself together whilst shedding the dead flesh from her body. 

Moving her attention from the wound, the shifter steadied her breathing before focusing on the sounds and scents within the forest. It was a lot more clearer now that she could properly focus so it didn't take her long to smell the death that flooded the forest. The scent of blood was hard to miss as it held such a strong smell, she could only hope none of it belonged to Rekkan, Priscilla or Bran as they had done nothing but help her.