Elle ignored the rest of his questions in favor of watching him. In her world, baring oneself was a horrible mistake to make. Elle could see why the creature was at ease, now, however. He was an ethreal, a winged one. Fochiana in all her spiritual wisdom would have referred to him as an angel.<br/><br/>Elle did not believe in heaven and hell. Hell was her twin whispering over her, driving his hand into her chest as he searched for<span style="font-style: italic">more</span>under Elle's skin. Colors and streams of electricity being drawn from her by the lips, and years of wasted effort in many storms much like this. That was hell.<br/><br/>And heaven, by the looks of it, was warm socks.<br/><br/>Elle observed Ghaleon's injury without wincing or shying away. Were she less inclined to believe that Ghaleon was unlikely to react at this point, she would have simply done nothing. Instead she pulled herself to her feet painfully and made several determined, albiet slow, steps towards the mouth of the cave where the blizzard was spitting snow into their doorway. She bent slowly, sore from her earlier exposure, and scooped up some snow with her bare hands. A few handfuls went into her cloak for carrying, and she brought them back to the angel as he relaxed.<br/><br/>Without saying a word Elle eased back onto her knees and removed her bracers, showing her dark blue sleeves for a moment before she rolled them up, exposing her arms. She was surprisingly pale for having obviously spent so much time outdoors, and with one hand she pulled Ghaleon's sock off and set it aside, setting about undoing the bandage he had tied.<br/><br/>"The cold will fool you," she said by way of explanation as she held his ankle down with one hand, smearing the melting snow over his injury with the other. "But it can get infected. I will clean it and rebandage it," she said mirthlessly, her words blunt. "You are clumsy with gauze."