The groaning and moans of pain made her concerned. The thicker grass may be soft but it wasn't as soft as a blanket or cushion. The Siren inwardly scorned herself for not majoring in healing magic instead of earth magic. A royal like her shouldn't be one for fighting, she was supposed to be behind, helping the fallen... it was so hard to though. With the abuse her people tried and did to her, it was hard not to go forth. Though she looked to him at the words and touched his cheek, "I'm Selfora." she said softly before reaching into her pouch that rested at her hip. She began to rub salve on his bruises and cuts. She stopped when he cried out. Lookign to his arm she lowered his head, "I can't fix that..." she said with a sorrow filled tone. She did know she'd need to brace it but... how.<br/><br/>Lifting her head she heard his name and smiled, "Nice name Scifer. I am sorry you can't remember though." she ran a hand through his hair before resting it on his forehead. Her other hand was poised over the ground as she closed her eyes. A small plant shoot grew up and reached to her hand. The plant snaked around her hand, using it as leverage before weaving and twisting into a long cord, then it began to weave itself into a blanket. When it finished the plant broke from the ground and sprouted a velvet moss over itself. The Siren pulled the plant blanket over him and rubbed her arm, that fracture bothered her. How could she fix it for him. She gingerly touched his arm and a hard moss barrier began to form something like a plaster cast. It would keep it in place as well as help his arm heal.<br/><br/>"You are at the coast of Elya. Land Siren territory. You will be my guest where I live once you feel well enough to at least be moved."