<b>Pegawen directed Glendilina to the nearby cluster of soldiers that needed tending before leaving her and returning to the soldier. She didn't believe her, found her manner and attitude condescending and insulting. What did she know about the elves in the West? Nothing! And yet she'd sit here and claim – brag – that the elves here were more learned? She bit back a string of curses, learned from spending time with Allassiel. She couldn't wait to return home were she didn't have to deal with such arrogance.<br/>
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She grabbed a cloth from the table and dipped it in water to give Theolan a bath. As far as she was concerned, Glendilina was the last elf she'd want to learn anything from. The nerve of her! Come in and simply – take over – like she considered the Western elves less. She stopped, realizing she was scrubbing Theolan's chest red and sat back with a scowl. </b><br/><br/><br/><b>Allassiel returned the brief kiss before shaking her head. “Pegawen will stay out there as long as she's needed, tired or not,” she replied. “I'd tell her to stop, but it'd do little good. She's a healer, after all, and a good one. Perhaps better because she is willing to push herself. It's no different that us going back into battle exhausted, simply because we're needed. And,” she added, after shifting to make more room for him, “the bath was very nice. I was glad of the warm water to ease the hurt.”</b>