Her brows furrowed in confusion for a brief moment as the mysterious elf requested that she clean out his head wound; had she missed one? Perhaps her hands hand missed a wound further back on his head, and if the wound was indeed filled with filthy orc poison, he would be dead in mere minutes! Her fair skin reddened from embarassment at the mistake, and she carefully began to kneel down beside him, with one had trailing down the rock wall and the other she lowered.<br/>"Forgive me, my lord. I may have to act quickly but-"<br/>With his words came a tidal wave of relief; her cheeks deepened their color, for she was not accustomed to such...complimentary words. Especially not with her...state and...title.<br/>"I do hope you will forgive me, m'lord. I...I lost my sight no more than a year ago and although I have skill in healing, the doubts of my weaknesses permeate my work." She paused for a moment as she realized that she was rambling and quickly withdrew some healing herbs and held them out in the general vicinity of his face.<br/>"Forgive me, sire. You probably do not wish to hear about me, but if you wish, please chew these leaves. They will aid in fighting any infection and will also give you rest."