Eccelisa reinserted the arrow into the quiver on her hip and slung the bow across her back. Going over to her sister's child, she examined the extent of his wounds. Sighing with relief, she concluded that the only injury on him was on the head. SInce Dasavi was bandaging his head, she took off her pack and opened it for the water skin and a bar of travel food. Once he awoke, he would need to rest a bit. Looking up at the rising sun, she scanned the area for any hint of danger. There was none.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Wait. Did that shadow just move?</span>she asked herself mentally as she went up for a closer look, barely dodging the glint of a blade. Eccelisa snapped her leg into a kick just below the sword and heard the grunt of the wielder as they hit the ground from tripping. Bringing their arm around their back sharply, a hint of strong cologne assailed her straight nose with a vengance. Sputtering at the scent, she hissed between her teeth.<br/><br/>"Well met Chorl. Did the beast finally call it quits?" she growled at him.