Kate had not seen an elf in years. They were shy and rarely seen. His kind was told in fables and she was not even sure that they existed. His ears were the trademark of his kind. She felt so drawn into him her body craved for him. What was this hold coming from him. Kate blinked as he spoke in a rasped voice. She placed her hand over his heaving chest and smiled a bit. He felt her mana, warmth that penetrated into his body, slowing healing him. "I am Kate. Shhh. Save your strength." The mage took out a black case. She attached a needle to a syringe.<br/><br/>She filled the syringe with a vial. "This will ease your pain. Soon you be in a warm bed and have hot food. No one will harm you." Kate had difficulty finding a place on his hip or thigh that was not damaged or bruised. She injected him with the essence of poppy. "Just enough to take the edge off. I don't want you addicted. You will feel cold and a rush." She gasped seeing his inner thighs were coated in dried blood and so was a contraption that covered his manhood and balls. "Oh gods what they did to you." Kate took a small tool from her blue mage robes. She inserted the tool into the chasity belt and it opened. She tossed aside into the hey. "Better?"<br/><br/>Kate sniffled and blinked tears as she  held him to her as the poppy took hold.   She removed her cloak and covered him. She waited a few moments before moving from him. She made a pillow from a horse blanket hanging on the stall door. She looked at his numerous lashes, bruises and cuts. Kate gasped and winced seeing his back was covered in blood and sinew. "I will get you cleaned up and get you some clothes. We have time before the ship leaves.<br/><br/>Kate was angry that he was left to die. She called to a young boy sitting on a barrel. "Boy what is your name?"<br/>The boy looked at her startled, "Is Wat miss."<br/>The mage held the elf's freezing cold hands in hers as she spoke to the boy, "Get me hot water in a bucket and sponge. I need wool cloak, trousers, poet-shirt, wool over-shirt, and underclothes of the softest cloth. Spare no expense and bring me warm stew from Madam's Delia's house next door and hurry." Kate tossed the boy half a crown.<br/><br/>Kate kept her attention on the elf. "Sorry, I cannot spare you from hurting. I will not let you die." Kate waved her hand over then man's wrists and she let the shackles fall to the floor. Kate noticed they had bit into his flesh. "That has to feel better."<br/><br/>In a few moments the boy returned with the items. Kate checked the water and gave it a taste. "Is fresh." She poured essence of sandalwood and sage into the water. She took the soft sponge and tore it in a small chunk. Kate was careful around the elf's eyes and deep wounds. The mage knew his back was tender. She could not let it fester and become infected.<br/>"Bite on this", Kate placed a piece of sandalwood wrapped in layers of cotton in his mouth. She gave him his shackles covered in the horse blanket. "Hold on to this. You need to cry and holler, you may. I will be quick. Later I will sew the worse of your wounds. I am so sorry to hurt you." Kate started with his face worked over his chest and arms. She washed his back last. When the bath was done, she applied oils and tore one of her silk petticoats under her mage robe. She drenched the cloth in oils and placed it over his back gently. Then she wrapped gauze over the silk cloth and slipped the poet-shirt over his head. "Your lucky no bones are broken. I know your ribs are bruised. Will keep on soft foods for a while." Kate sofly stoked a few locks of his hair. She looked tenderly at his bruised eyes.<br/><br/>Kate called to the boy again, "I need a clean, dark cloth to cover his eyes. I do not want the sun to damage his eyes." Kate seeths, "That is they are not damaged already. The ship is not far and I will not let go of you. Can you shape shift into a small animal so that I can carry you, if not I can get sailors to carry you. Save your voice. Nod or shake your head."