Reece was drifting in and out of conciousness. The extreme amount of energy and concentration used during the dual healing attempt, combined with a tremendous loss of blood was taking its toll. As she layed on the ground, eyes closed, she heard the voice of the elvin girl who had been singing earlier. That soft delicate voice whos song strove to divert their course. Reece was delighted that the girl was alright. She wanted to run to her fellow elf and embrace her. But all she could do was turn her head ever so slightly, and try to get a glimps of the newcommer.  That did not work.<br/><br/>How long has it been? a minute? an hour? Reece woke to find herself being lifted up onto Astalder. "Oh thank blessed Mother Earth you are alright" she thought. She leaned foreward wrapping her arms around his neck. A terrible pain shot through her leg as she tried to maintain her balance.  Then, almost as painful, she heard that impetuous bull lady barking out at someone, like usual. Reece hoped that poor bull was alright. She felt sorry for the guy. Darkness took her again.<br/><br/>How long this time? Must stay awake. Her arms were still holding Astalder's neck. Must have only been a minute. Reece saw the human who had been so kind to her. It made her smile. He was doing something with a piece of rope. "He really should be taking care of those hands" she thought. She heard him utter a single word. "Terra". At that very moment, she felt the familliar tremor of earth. Even laying across the neck of the horse, there was no mistaking that movement. What was he doing? Whatever it was... Blackness came again.<br/><br/>The next thing she knew, Reece was being lifted back down from the mighty horse, and layed on some type of board. She knew without opening her eyes who it was. She wondered if she would ever even learn his name.<span style="color: #40BFFF">"Sleep now, you deserve rest." he said gently.</span>All she could do was smile. Again came the darkness.<br/><br/>The next time she opened her eyes she could hear the clip~clop of hooves. The trees were going by slowly overhead. She was moving, laying flat on her back. How long had it been since the ambush? Minutes? Hours? days? At least they were moving again, that was good. She thought about  Myrist. How he reluctantly allowed her to travel with the group. Such a nice man, for a human. She felt as if she had let him and the entire group down. She was supposed to be helping others in times of crises, not the other way around. She was supposed to be tending the wounded. Her newfound friend wouldn't even let her heal the burns on his hands. For that matter, she couldn't even heal her<span style="font-weight: bold">own </span>wounds! Now she was nothing short of a failure. Even worse, a burden on the whole group. She was surprised they didn't leave her behind.  She prayed to Mother Earth. She prayed for strength. She prayed for wisdome. She prayed for guidence and purpose. And darkness engulfed her again.