<b>Pegawen watched Thorgan leave before turning back to Glendilina to answer her questions. “There was a battle. Praise Elbereth that few were lost, and most of the injuries were easily tended. There are a couple who will need extra care, for orc weapons cut deep and the wounds not easily healed if they are not cleaned well. My own cousin has one such scar.” She paused and shook her head at the memory, before pursing her lips as Glendilina approached Theolan. “This young man,” she lowered her voice as she spoke, “is lucky to be alive at all. The blade cut through his back. I was able to keep him from bleeding and speed up the healing of the wound itself. But not even my Hiril Galadhriel could heal such wounds, for all that she was one of the oldest and strongest of us. Perhaps one day he'll regain some feeling, but he's fortunate to be alive at all.” She crouched next to Theolan who offered her a strained smile even as he stared past her at Glendilina.” <br/>
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Allassiel had finally gotten comfortable in the bed and was enjoying the brief respite when she heard someone come in. It wasn't Pegawen, the footsteps were too heavy. A dwarf? No, their steps were more plodding. It had to be either Lotharn or Thorgan. She cracked an eye open as she heard the footsteps stop by the bed. “Hello.” She smiled up at him and patted the edge of the bed. “Come sit and keep me company while I rest?”</b>