<b>After dropping Allassiel off at the room, Pegawen headed down to the makeshift infirmary. A brief count of those resting told her that the damages had been far less than they could have been, something that gave a small sense of satisfaction. Looking over the faces of the men, she spotted one that was more familiar and made her way to him. She watched as he turned from staring at the wall to look at her, his pale blue eyes studying her. “You're the one that … that healed me last night,” he croaked.</b><br/><br/>“<b>Yes,” Pegawen replied as she reached for a pitcher, pouring the water into a mug before handing it to him. “Your brother said your name was Theolan?”</b><br/><br/><b>He paused from drinking long enough to give her a brief nod before tilting his head back to finish the mug off. “Yes ma'am,” he responded, staring at her. “You're an elf,” he whispered.</b><br/><br/><b>Pegawen laughed. “Yes, I do seem to recall that.” She pulled up a stool and sat down next to him, checking him over. Despite his pallor, he seemed in good enough health considering. “Did he explain to you what I told him?”</b><br/><br/><b>Theolan's expression fell and he swallowed before responding. “Yes ma'am. I … what's it going to mean for me? I can't be a soldier now. I can't work. I can't even feel my … well, how am I going to tell my betrothed this? I won't be able to take care of her at all!” He kept his voice low but Pegawen heard the frustration and steeled herself to answer.</b><br/><br/>“<b>I don't have all the answers,” she offered, giving his hand a squeeze. “But I'll tell you what I can.”</b><br/><br/><b>By the time someone found Pegawen, she was listening to Theolan recount a story from his childhood, his expression grim but determined, despite the lightness of his tale.</b><br/><br/><br/><b>Allassiel watched Pegawen head out and shook her head. She'd not bothered arguing with her, it did little good at times like this. As tired as Pegawen might feel, she'd go tend the injured first. She'd ask Lotharn or Thorgan to check in on Pegawen when she saw either of them next. Just to be sure …</b><br/><br/><b>The door opened and a dwarf bustled in with a fresh blanket and pillow. “Was told you'd be needing these in here,” he announced, dropping them off. “You were that lassie the orcs took, right?” He tilted his head up and scratched his chin. “Well can't say as I blame him, you're a pretty enough thing – for an elf. If you're wanting anything else, just let out a shout lassie and old Nob'll be along presently.” He gave her a bow, before tromping out of the room again. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>Well,” Allassiel commented after he'd left and grabbed the pillow to toss onto her bed with the other. “He's friendly for a dwarf.” She lowered herself onto the side of the bed and settled back to enjoy a moment of silence.</b>