â€œWow...â€  Tryn breathed, reaching one hand down to prod at newly-healed flesh, still tender as it was.  The girl's ministrations had even soothed his bruises and scrapes from earlier in the day.  â€œI've seen a lot of people come through here and do a lot of strange thingsâ€”even magicâ€”but I've never seen man or elf stitch flesh back together with a bit of light.â€<br/><br/>Letting her ramble as he tried to process both her words, and the events f the last several minutes, he was forced to shake his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts.  â€œIt's no trouble,â€ he ended up responding rather dumbly, mostly because he had no idea at all what to say and was suddenly faced with the very distinct possibility that he was trapped in a warehouse with some powerful elven mage or perhaps even a spirit... how was he to know?  The extent of his contact with elves had been minimal-contact brushes in an inn or marketplace and exactly two street matches at Borag's behest; both had ended with Tryn laying unconscious in a healer's hut for weeks.<br/><br/>Seeing the elven girl shiver, he ducked his head apologetically.  â€œI'd offer you my coat... but you know.â€  He'd already discarded the shredded garment, and spared it a regretful glance.  He'd really been fond of that coat.<br/><br/>Instead of lingering on what he could not do, he did what he could.  Making his way to a stack of empty crates, he pulled one down and using a combination of boots and brawn, began crudely snapping it into smaller pieces.  In the space of a few minutes he'd combined wood and torch and set a hearty if small fire blazing on the cold dirt floor.  He pulled up a crate to avoid sitting on said floor and getting colder than he had to, and she did the same.<br/><br/>The warmth was minimal, but still a welcome balm to their numb fingers as they eagerly held them over the flames.  Tryn stoked the fire with a metal bar he'd found relentlessly, determined to encourage the tiny flames into a roaring blaze.<br/><br/>Glancing surreptitiously up at his unusual companion every few moments, he chose to set aside his likely-illogical apprehension and make conversation.  It didn't seem as if either of them were going anywhere soon anywayâ€”at least for as long as the storm held up.<br/><br/>â€œSo.... what's your name?â€  He tried his best not to be rude as he studied her curiously.  â€œWhere are you from?  Pardon my saying so, but it's obvious you've not been long in these parts.â€