Lord?  No elven woman would ever call him a Lord if they took one look at him and he watched Riniel for a moment as he saw her move a little bit, his head hurt and he said softly, “Lass, I have a headache that makes the beating of the clouds to make thunder seem tame in comparison.”  The fighter moved his fingers a little bit and he felt the tension run through his hands and his limited senses felt no danger, pressing his hands against the ground to lift himself he realized at once that was a horrific idea and falling back down onto his back he groaned, “Aye, those healing herbs would be a true gift that would repay me in full.”<br/><br/>Nauseous?  Why was he nauseous it had just been orcs and he realized that the hit that had touched him was filled with the venom from one of the foul earthen things that only an orc would dare use and he said to the woman, “I would be much appreciative if you could also clean my head wound, I fear that the orcs as usual decided to skew things in their favour by tainting the weapons that they fight with.”<br/><br/>Lifting his hand to his head he realized she had already done that and his cheeks darkened just a fraction, “Ahh.. forgive me, I am not used to such kind care and I wonder what they would have done if you had not treated me with such kindness and given me such hope.”<br/><br/>Turning his head a fraction, Decessus looked at the princess that was there and he realized he had stumbled on something a commoner (elf with no magic) like him should leave well enough alone and he swallowed a fraction as he wondered what his mother would say to see him in such company, and it actually made him smile.  The first time he had thought of her and it was not attached with derision or hate and he moved his hands down and rested them against his side, he was in good care and he will find out more about this maiden.. who thought he was a Lord.