Mesaraih looked ruefully at the Qunari and shook his injured leg a bit. Blood spurted out and he had to bite his lip to avoid screaming out in pain. He pretended to look pensive. "Don't quite think so," he said with a small, disingenous chuckle. He rubbed himself around the wound. "It'll get better though. Maybe when Valehna over there recovers a bit more she'll help me out."<br/><br/>Valehna shook her head. "Yeah, it looks like I'm your nanny. I don't even want to think about the ribbon-like state you'd be in if it weren't for me."<br/><br/>He heard Ester's faint voice from behind him. "We killed the ogre and then you made an ice sculpture of it," he responded. "Nice handiwork. Ever thought of being an artist?"<br/><br/>Valehna stood up and walked over to Mesaraih. "Seriously injured and you can't stop flapping your mouth. I'm almost impressed," she said. She went to work on mending his leg, and Mesaraih let a long sigh of relief out as he felt the wound closing up. He had still lost a good amount of blood, and felt somewhat lightheaded, but at least he didn't have a hole in his leg anymore.